The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1077 - 166 - To The Next Location (2)

"But before you go toward your next location, I want to tell you something, Leon," Agneis said.

Her voice broke through the quiet air with a softness that I honestly wasn’t expecting from her at all. For someone who acted like she always had everything under control—someone who strutted around like nothing in the world could faze her—hearing her speak like that made me stop for a moment. I actually blinked. I wasn’t sure whether I even heard her correctly.

She wanted to give me parting words?

Well, that was something I never would’ve expected in a hundred years. Not from her. If anything, I thought she’d just wave me off with that smug grin of hers, maybe tease me a bit, then disappear and blueballed me like she always did. But... here she was, stopping me before I could go, sounding way too sincere for someone like her.

I didn’t even understand what she was trying to do. And with her, that was always the most confusing thing—she could be unpredictable in a way that made me feel like I should be keeping my guard up, yet here she was, acting strangely sentimental.

"What is it?" I asked, trying to sound casual even though I was fully thrown off.

"Oh nothing. Just a piece of advice. Honestly, I don’t even feel like you need this, but... I think it’s only right for me to say something like this to you." She gave me a smile—not her smirk, not her teasing grin, but an actual gentle smile. "I am giving you good luck with what you are doing, and with what you’re going to set out to do. You have my full support."

Her words hit me harder than I thought they would. They lingered in my chest in a way that made me feel weirdly warm and awkward at the same time. This was seriously not what I expected to hear from her mouth. If someone told me yesterday that Agneis would be the one giving me genuinely heartfelt words, I would’ve laughed. I didn’t even think she had that mode. But here she was, proving me completely wrong.

I wasn’t prepared for that. Not even close. I was caught so off guard that my mind almost went blank. I didn’t know how to respond properly, because honestly... how do you respond when someone you least expect suddenly shows emotional sincerity?

"That really is an appreciative thing of you to say," I managed to say, even though my voice came out slightly stiff.

"Well, you should appreciate me more." Her smile shifted into something lighter, a bit playful. "You’re not going to forget me while you’re trying to conquer the rest of the world, are you?"

"I can’t even do that even if I try," I replied.

And that wasn’t an exaggeration. She carved a place in my mind whether she meant to or not. She had left an impression that wasn’t going to disappear anytime soon. Forgetting her would be like trying to forget a slap to the face—impossible and honestly kind of stupid to even attempt.

"Well," she continued, tilting her head ever so slightly, "if you want to come back here, I’d show you something that I haven’t even showed you during the two days session we’ve been together."

Then she gave me this flirtatious smile, the kind that always carried trouble behind it—trouble and heat. She slowly spread her legs in front of me, revealing her bare pussy, completely exposed. She wasn’t even wearing panties. At all. Not even the slightest attempt at modesty.

That was bold. Even for her. And that’s saying something.

While I was still trying to process what the hell she was doing...

"You seem to have gotten close to this person, Agneis."

A voice suddenly travelled through the hall, but it wasn’t a normal kind of voice. It didn’t sound like it came from anywhere in the room. It felt like it slipped right into my mind, crawling through my thoughts like someone was whispering inside my skull. I instinctively looked around, but nothing in the hall moved—not even the air.

"You certainly appear when it suits you," Agneis responded, completely unfazed despite the eerie nature of the voice. "You’ve been watching us for a while, haven’t you?"

Right after she said that, something dropped from above—or maybe from nowhere at all—and landed lightly on my shoulder. I straightened up, my instincts kicking in, but when I turned my head, I found myself staring at a small black cat perched there like it owned the spot.

This cat... I’ve seen it before.

Not once. Not twice. Many times. Always somewhere on the edges of my vision. Sometimes sitting quietly. Sometimes staring. Sometimes disappearing the moment someone else entered the area. I always thought it was weird, but I brushed it off because, well, what was I supposed to think? That a cat was stalking me?

Apparently... yeah.

"Well, I was only observing at first because I wanted to know more about this thing you have in your kingdom," the black cat said, its tiny mouth moving like it was the most normal thing in the world.

The cat talked.

The cat just fucking talked!

My brain momentarily short-circuited. I could handle monsters, witches, curses—sure. But a random cat just casually chatting in my ear? That was an entirely new battlefield.

The cat looked directly at me, and its mouth curved upward into what I could only describe as a smug smile. A smile. From a cat.

"Hello there," it said. "I haven’t introduced myself, have I? Even though we have met already for a lot of time already."

Right. I had met her before. Or at least... seen her. Over and over. But talking? Never. Not once. This was the first time hearing her voice, and it honestly made too much sense now. The disappearing act, the way she always stared straight at me—like she knew something no one else did.

She wasn’t just a cat. Not even close.

"I am Luna Riofia," she said.

Then, without any warning whatsoever, her entire body was swallowed by a burst of light. It wasn’t a gentle shimmer either—it was a bright, engulfing radiance that wrapped around her like a cocoon. She lifted off my shoulder, floating lightly in the air as the glow intensified.

Her small form stretched, expanded, reshaped. It was like watching the air fold and twist around her as her silhouette grew larger and more defined, shifting from feline to humanoid.

Within moments, the light faded—and standing there was a full-grown woman.

"I am the Dark Witch," she said.

"Dark Witch?"

My thoughts scrambled. What was the difference between her and Dorothea? Dorothea was the Black Witch, Luna was the Dark Witch... Was there some sort of witch color ranking system I wasn’t aware of? Because at this point, the naming scheme felt like it needed a manual.

While I was busy mentally tripping over my own confusion, her transformation finished fully. Luna now stood there with a body that looked soft and dangerous at the same time—large breasts, curves that looked sculpted on purpose, and clothes so barely-there they looked like they were hanging on out of pure stubbornness.

"Yup. The Dark Witch," she said with a casual tone that didn’t match her dramatic transformation at all. "I am the witch who roams this Great Forest. Nice to meet you, Lilith’s offspring."