Date a Witch: Reborn as the Witch of Lust! (GL)-Chapter 56: Mel vs Rosana

Mel and Rosana stood at a distance, their nonchalant gazes meeting despite the weight of anticipation hanging in the air.

The Heiress’s brow raised with interest. "Not going to hold a staff or stave?"

Mel shrugged. "I’m more used to casting with my hands."

Her eyes swept over Rosana, who stood unarmed, arms now resting at her sides. "Not summoning your weapon in advance?"

Rosana shrugged back, though hers was more relaxed. "I prefer creating my weapons as I need them."

"Then if you don’t mind me..." Mel’s hand stretched to the side. "<Summon: Fitsu>."

A familiar Fitsu materialised, her karate uniform fluttering as it took a stance.

The pink-haired summoner smirked. "Unlike you, though, I don’t have the luxury."

Mel was telling a half-truth. She would be guaranteed to win if she called for her usual wooden staff.

But she decided to respect Rosana’s refusal to rely on powerful <Artifacts>, only summoning in advance for strategy’s sake.

"I don’t mind." Rosana’s shoulders hunched back, her excited fingers clicking in the air. "Ready?"

Mel shuddered in excitement. "Yep. On your mark-"

As the word dropped, Rosana immediately bolted, boots clacking against the wood.

She conjured a broad blade, gripping the hilt with both hands as she swung wide, only for Fitsu to punch the blade upwards.

Startled, Rosana glanced at the red panda’s hand. No blood. The strike has precisely landed on the blade’s flat cheek.

As another fist aimed for her face, she vanished her heavy sword and jumped a distance back, catching Mel’s smirking gaze.

She grinned as her fingers snapped, conjuring a javelin.

Just a bluff. Mel squinted playfully, noting the slight forward lean in Rosana’s stance. Unlike before, the Heiress had no intention to throw it.

And as she thought, Rosana leaped and stabbed the spear towards <Fitsu>.

"<Echo Series: Echo Drain>."

The Heiress’s eyes widened as her muscles convulsed, the velocity of her stab weakened as <Fitsu> punched.

Creak! The furred fist landed square on her cheek, then a palm slammed into her stomach.

Yet the Heiress reacted instantly, her hand shot out, clamping around Fitsu’s wrist as she released her javelin to summon a dagger. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Swish!

Red fur scattered in the air as the panda’s eyes trembled. The last thing he heard was a beastly chuckle tinged with a restrained bloodlust.

A Dragon’s savageness was not to be trifled with.

Leaving behind a prayer for her Master, Fitsu dematerialized into a speck.

Rosana stared at Mel, waiting. "Any more tricks?"

The Pink-haired Summoner tapped her cheek innocently, her lips curling to a foxy smile.

Then, she merely pointed downwards.

Intrigued yet cautious, Rosana charged again-

Until her shoulders were hit by a wooden rod.

Holding back a gasp, her hand surged forward for the culprit, only grasping the air in response.

Her eyes narrowed on two <Ka-broom> swirling around Mel, then at the <Summon Scroll> left glowing on the floor.

<Creation Magic>. Similar to hers.

"Were you under the impression that I must chant for a <Summon>?"

Mel’s tone was light and fluid. After all, Rosana wasn’t the only one to play feign.

The Heiress cast a gaze of respect at Mel. "Not a bad proficiency at <Creation Magic>."

She knew. She had tried and mastered it herself, despite her incompatibility.

"Oh. Forgive me for the misunderstanding." Mel’s smile remained unfaltering. "The <Creation Magic> was something granted to me, Miss Rosana."

Mel was telling the truth. Like Lila’s natural talent in <Snow Magic>, her skills were only unlocked upon the <Awakening> of her <Witch Form>.

Rosana frowned, a memory surging from the depths of her mind.

With a reluctant calmness, she muttered. "Think nothing of it. From our battles, I can say you’re more than worthy of such a privilege."

The pink-haired summoned raised a brow, her palm petting a <Ka-broom> beside her with a practiced ease.

It would be difficult for Rosana to confess her insecurity herself, wouldn’t it?

As the <Ka-brrom> nuzzled into her touch, she whispered. "<Summon: Eagle-eye, Silver>."

With this last summon, her 500 Mana Pool neared the bottom.

Yet Mel gestured, unfazed, as the two <Ka-broom> lunged. One more strike, and this will end.

Materialising two axes, the Heiress sliced at the brooms, before the wooden rod bent unnaturally for a dodge.

She frowned and swung again, only for the same to happen. Another <Ka-broom> used this chance to hit her back, making her grit her teeth.

A dance of <Ka-broom> swirled around the Heiress, weaving through her swings with eerie agility.

Mel patted the back of the silver-armoured <Eagle-eye>, chanting her last spell. "<Echo-series: Sonic Boom>."

A brief second of buff, yet the air grew heavier for Rosana.

She sprang towards the <Eagle-eye> who was readying her bow with a renewed vigor. The <Ka-broom> may be a nuisance, but not more than a charged archer.

Then, in the silent heavy air, a soft chuckle echoed in the Heiress’s ears.

"<Ka-broom>. You can go wild this time."

Finally! Upon their master’s permission, the two Ka-broom swung wildly at Rosana, their straw and wood glowing a heated red.

Rosana’s steps halted in shock, her arms covering her face-

Boom!

Explosions erupted right as the broom came in contact, their bodies exploding in pure bliss as Rosana’s guard was broken.

Just as the Heiress nearly readjusted, a light flashed through her cheek.

Rosana frowned, the tang of iron sharp in her nose as her finger brushed the red streak on her cheek.

Judging by the final strike in the last exam, the Heiress fully determined it would have been a first strike, first kill with the <Eagle Eye>.

She let out a contented sigh. "It’s my loss."

Mel hummed. "So quick to admit defeat, future-number-one-in-all-subjects?"

"Feel free to rub it in," Rosana smirked. "Victory tasted all the sweeter when built on mountains of defeat."

"Impressive fortitude. I look forward to it."

Mel remained relaxed. Winning or losing against the Heiress was never important, but rather...

She licked her lips, already struggling to contain her urges. "Don’t forget our bet, Miss Rosana."

By then, it would be nearly impossible for Mel to hold it in.

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