The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 187 - The Gift You Gave Me

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Leah, of course, knew where it came from.

She had been watching it all along.

Not intentionally focusing on it…

But because it was the staff Will had been carrying since he entered the dungeon. And it was a staff Leah had never seen before.

Because anything belonging to Will, she would observe carefully, imprinting it in her mind, remembering it deeply in her heart.

At the time, she merely speculated that since Will hadn’t taken his own staff, he must have bought a new one to use. There was nothing more to consider.

But…

“The witch… the Witch Association’s emblem?”

“Why… why is it engraved here?”

Leah’s open palm trembled.

This wasn’t a staff she had purchased.

Nor was it sold by the Witch Association—if they had such finely crafted staffs, she wouldn’t have to use these inferior ones.

In Will’s hand…

[Thanks to Will Hysterm for leading “Morning Star” to conquer this dungeon.]

And the entire staff was made of iron.

[The Ironfire Bastion Dungeon once trapped two adventuring teams…]

It seemed to be a trophy from that dungeon.

The emblem of the Witch Association was precisely where her palm often gripped the staff. This spot was slightly higher on the staff because Leah was much shorter than the average “mage,” so when she held the staff, she naturally gripped it at a slightly higher point.

If everything else was just Leah’s imagination…

Then this large hat emblem, like a special birthday cake inscription, was a gift for her.

Moreover…

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The engraving was slightly off; the star on the hat was missing one point—probably because the emblem passed around wasn’t complete. The Witch Association wouldn’t make such a mistake.

So…

Was this a gift he prepared for her?

No… not just “a gift he prepared for her.”

Even after leaving her side, he continued to think of her.

He kept observing her every move.

Even… where she gripped the staff was all seen by him.

Leah gently connected her magical circuits to the weapon, feeling a flow entirely different from the five staffs she had used.

Smooth, comfortable, and light.

If other staffs felt like a massive flame serpent forced through a narrow tunnel, twisting and bursting it…

Then this staff felt like…

A wide-open highway where her energy could flow freely.

Undoubtedly, this was a weapon custom-made for her.

Leah remembered Will’s final glance.

He had been looking at the staff leaning against the table.

He carried it with him… so that when he saw her one day, he could hand it over?

So… she had always been in his eyes…

At that moment, she heard a “declaration of battle” from the other side:

“Huff… Witch, are you sure you want to fight at this range? This is close-combat territory.”

Shuna adjusted her stance, looking up to find her opponent seemingly lost in thought, staring at the staff.

What was going on?

Even if Will had prepared it for her, it wasn’t worth staring at for so long, right?

Could it be that Will hadn’t given her the staff initially? Oh, he must not have, otherwise, she would have used it against her earlier.

“Stop staring, just use it if you want. After all… after all, it’s something that guy meticulously designed, calculated, and crafted with selected artisans. It’s bound to be good.”

Shuna’s words came out with a tinge of bitterness, even to her own ears.

Yeah, yeah, someone gets to enjoy a weapon designed by possibly the best magic analyst in the world, of course, she’d be a bit sour.

“Huh? Right! I… I, I, I… I’m going to use this to beat you!”

Leah seemed to snap back to the “battlefield” from her previous thoughts.

She gripped the staff tightly.

“I… I’ll tell you. I don’t think my speed makes close combat a disadvantage.”

—Stupid Will.

—Even a simple emblem can be messed up, you’ll be punished to rewrite it a hundred times after class!

“Ugh…”

Shuna thought…

The Leah before her seemed to have undergone a change from the crazed demeanor she had seen earlier. How to describe it, Leah seemed a bit more “normal,” as if she were in love.

Could it really be because she received a gift from the one she loved?

But…

Shuna glanced at Will, who was now very close behind Leah.

Honestly, her attitude was unusually serious now.

After all…

It was what he “asked” for—”Save me.”

From the first letter she received from him to now, most of what Shuna did was simply fulfilling his “requests.”

He wanted to know the proper use of ice armor, she told him.

He wanted Blood-Red Mint, she ventured into the hottest dungeons to get it for him.

He was injured and needed the blood of an ice demon to heal, she went to the Ice Abyss to bring it to him.

He wanted her to defeat a three-headed dog in seconds, she did it in the next moment.

He wanted her to save him in a life-or-death situation like this…

She would do it.

Because he believed in her, that she was the strongest, the one he could rely on, the one who could help him grow—”Mr. S.”

“Then let’s do this—”

As Shuna spoke, she was already moving.

“Just what I wanted!”

The Ancient Flame Staff: Prototype glowed for the first time, its red gemstone shining like the true master in this predominantly red Witch’s Box.

The clash at this range happened in an instant.

Leah felt the entirely different casting speed and power with her new weapon.

And Shuna, confident in her close-combat agility, ran swiftly.

Both gambled on their “judgment,” believing their actions at this moment were correct.

Boom—

With the sound of impact on the ground.

Clang—

And the sound of weapons clashing again.

Shuna’s arm was burned, revealing large blisters and torn flesh, while Leah was pinned to the ground by Shuna, her blade blocked by Leah’s staff.

“Damn, defense magic—”

But this time, Shuna didn’t hesitate or pause, so Leah was a step too late to counter.

Shuna was right; in a comprehensive field, she was slightly stronger.

Or rather…

Leah seemed less frenzied while holding that staff.

Her magic wasn’t as dense or rapid as before, though the ease of casting suggested the new weapon was effective.

Hesitation leads to defeat, little witch.

However…

From the start, she hadn’t planned to kill the “witch Will cared about.”

She twirled her dagger in the air, using the hilt to deliver a solid blow to Leah’s head, tied with uneven twin tails.

“Ugh—!”

It worked well, a close-combat strike combined with a stunning spell, keeping Leah down for a while.

At least…

Long enough for her to escape with Will?

No, she needed someone to lock this person up, or they might chase them all the way.

“Huff… huff… huff…”

With the battle over, she noticed she was quite injured.