Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam

Why is this worker not afraid of her at all and even seems so casual, when did it become the turn of a mere mortal to comfort her?

Could it be that the worker's identity is just a disguise and he is actually an unrivaled master?

"I am not poisoned." The Witch said with a stiff tone and then asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"Who are you?"

"'Nightmare', that's my name."

Nightmare, the Witch who manipulates fear and nightmares, was once one of the most wanted criminals of the Empire.

"Never heard of it."

The worker's answer almost made her spit out old blood. She must have disappeared for too long, and that young fellow named Lindong has stolen her thunder, making people forget her fearsome existence.

But she will make the Imperial Capital remember the terror of the Nightmare Witch.

Whenever night falls, fear will blossom and bear fruit in everyone's heart, dragging them into endless nightmares...

"Nightmare Witch."

The Witch sneered, shadows under her feet enveloping the worker, "Now, for your..."

"Witch, you are a Witch!?"

The worker interrupted her, but the Witch did not mind.

Exactly, this is the reaction, panic-stricken, with an expression becoming more delicious, if he were to kneel and beg, kissing her boots, she might not refrain from giving this prey another chance, after all, after disappearing for hundreds of years, she does bear some responsibility, people who knew her might be long dead.

However, the worker once again did something completely unexpected, "You should have said earlier, you're here for the career transition assessment, right?"

"Career transition assessment?"

"The cabinet is in that direction, I heard people say the Lindong Witch returned to the Imperial Capital today, maybe you can even meet her."

Upon hearing this, the Witch's pupils constricted.

A familiar name, it was precisely for this that she had come.

Lindong and Rowena, as members of the Nightmare Group, suddenly detaching from the organization and vanishing for such a long time, naturally, the Elder Council would not sit idly by.

"Lindong is in the cabinet now?"

"She should be, if not, you can go to Rowena's estate to find her."

!

Rowena is hiding here indeed!

This is the ultimate aim of this hunt, yet the process has completely defied her expectations.

According to her imagination, the worker would be scared stiff on the ground, mentally collapsed by her step-by-step, completely submitting to fear, like those previous prey, kneeling at her feet revealing everything he knew.

Yet these have been skipped, this unknown worker kindly divulged everything she wanted to know.

This unexpected situation left the Witch frozen.

If she acts now, forcibly transitioning to her familiar hunt, the subsequent interrogation phase will turn awkward and odd; clearly, he has already disclosed everything, to continue questioning would make her seem senile.

Humph, consider yourself lucky.

The Witch sneered internally, just about to leave, when suddenly the worker called her again.

"Um, Miss Witch."

"What?"

The Imperial Capital people are too odd, leaving her unable to guess the worker's thoughts at all.

"The crimes of Julius have been publicly announced."

The worker's expression was complex, seemingly striving to choose his words; he was a laborer, having never attended school, knowing few words, eloquent speech was not his forte, but facing this slightly gloomy Witch Miss from afar, he felt, as a host of the Imperial Capital, he had to do something.

"So what?"

"We all know what he and the church did to you, now Julius and his supporters have received deserved sentences."

?

Pope Julius?

What does this have to do with Julius?

The Witch was bewildered.

"In any case, Lady Nightmare, the Empire welcomes you."

The worker awkwardly gave a bow of respect, "Everything will get better!"

Nightmare stood in the sunlight, watching the worker depart.

She doesn't like basking in sunlight, or anything bright and pleasant.

Just now, her hunt had failed.

Not only did she not savor fear from the prey, but was consoled by a mere mortal, though she had no clue what the worker was saying, yet the sympathy and kindness conveyed to her felt even a bit comforting.

This gave her goosebumps.

A mere worker, actually welcoming a Witch so warmly — is this person kicked in the head by a mule?

What sort of bizarre place is this Imperial Capital?