Baruch stared in disbelief at the sword lodged in his chest.
His eyes were wide open, fixed on Enan, as if he wanted to tear him to pieces with his gaze.
That bastard was so close to him… just a bit more and his pathetic life would have been over…
“You… you despicable scoundrel…” His voice was laced with unwillingness and rage, yet broken and weak from the stabbing pain in his chest.
“Hmph, despicable? In these troubled times, only the victor has the right to define everything.” Enan said coldly, with not a shred of mercy in his eyes.
“A fine sacrifice, indeed…” A bewitching female voice echoed from above…
No one knew when Tiffany, the Furious Witch, had appeared again. She approached Enan with light, ghostlike steps, her crimson eyes glinting with an eerie light.
This time, the two stood face to face. Enan’s head barely reached her chin; this woman was tall and radiated a charm that was both irresistible and fearsome.
She pulled Enan into her embrace, making it hard for him to breathe…
“Little one…” Tiffany stroked Enan’s hair. “From the look in your eyes, do you really want to snuggle up in big sister’s arms?”
“You… you’re colluding with a witch?” Baruch’s vitality was slowly fading, but he still couldn’t believe the scene before his eyes…
Enan wanted to speak, but Tiffany pressed him firmly into her chest. “Are you doing this just to please me? Hmm? Is that why you’re working so hard to anger others?”
“Of course not… mmph…” Enan just started to protest, but Tiffany hugged him even tighter, muffling the rest of his words in her bosom.
Tiffany looked down at Enan, her eyes full of mischief and teasing, as if she were playing with a helpless little animal.
“Don’t be shy, little one. There’s nothing wrong with admitting it.” Tiffany’s voice was as soft as silk, curling around Enan’s ears.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, Tiffany shoved Enan away.
“You little thing, your courage is growing.” Tiffany crossed her arms, looking down at Enan from above, the dangerous light in her crimson eyes flickering. “Do you know the consequences of angering me?”
Enan felt a chill in his heart. Facing the dangerous aura Tiffany radiated, he smacked his lips. “I just couldn’t breathe, that’s all…”
This woman was definitely not someone he could afford to provoke right now!
Tiffany narrowed her eyes, the danger in her gaze intensifying as she stared down at Enan. “You couldn’t breathe? What a pathetic excuse!”
“Forget it… After all, you’ve given me plenty of anger.” Tiffany pinched Enan’s chin. “But next time, don’t make me unhappy again, understand? Hmm?”
“Of course…” Enan flashed a charming smile. “How could I bear to make big sister angry?”
Tiffany found Enan’s ingratiating smile amusing and grinned herself. “I’ll give you something nice.”
With that, before Enan could react, she kissed him on the spot…
Tiffany’s lips were soft yet held a hint of coldness. A strange magic flowed from that kiss, slowly pouring into Enan’s body.
Afterward, her figure grew fainter and fainter, while Baruch lost all traces of life.
It was just like when Ron died…
Enan stood frozen in place, still dazed by the sudden kiss.
He could only feel a strange magic swirling within him, a power both unfamiliar and carrying Tiffany’s unique aura.
“Wait!” Enan suddenly snapped back to his senses and shouted.
Only Tiffany’s face remained now. “Is there something else, little one?”
“Besides me… have you given this kind of gift to anyone else?”
A faint, ambiguous smile flickered across Tiffany’s gradually transparent face. “Why? Little one, are you jealous?”
Her voice seemed to come from all directions, tinged with mockery. “Not just anyone qualifies for a gift like this.”
And just like that, the Furious Witch was gone. And, were there seven more witches like her? A surge of knowledge surfaced in Enan’s mind as if Tiffany had left it behind for him.
Pride, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, Lust…
And the Seven Deadly Sins Witches matched the Seven Virtue Saints?
Humility, Forgiveness, Fortitude, Hope, Generosity, Temperance, Chastity…
Were all witches and saints this amazing? Then… claim them all?
A bold idea flashed through Enan’s mind. Though it was crazy, an undercurrent of excitement and ambition burned in his heart.
If he could truly seize control over the Seven Deadly Sins Witches and the Seven Virtue Saints, then on this continent, he would wield unimaginable power!
Of course, that was still far off. Right now, Enan drew his dagger and slowly severed Baruch’s head.
As the blade cut in, blood gushed forth, and Baruch’s head separated from his body.
Eline Snow watched this bloody scene, covering her mouth, not daring to make a sound…
Enan lifted Baruch’s head and slowly stood up, letting out a wild, maniacal laugh…
“In the northern lands of the Isor Empire… it’s about time for Enan to make a name for himself!”
Eline Snow stared at Enan in terror. At this moment, he appeared in her eyes as if possessed by a demon.
This man seemed to embody all the Deadly Sins: Pride, Envy, Wrath, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Lust—manifesting each one in its purest form.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Enan noticed Eline Snow’s gaze. “Aren’t we the closest of companions?”
“You…” Eline Snow wanted to say something, but held her tongue, her eyes filled with a mix of bitter disappointment and fear as if the man before her was now a stranger…
“Tell me! Why are you acting like this now?” It was as if a seed of anger had been planted in Enan, so easily ignited. “Have I not treated you well?”
Eline Snow took a deep breath and said with a trembling voice, “I beg you… let me and my daughter go, please?”
“You want to leave me!?” Enan’s eyes widened, full of disbelief and fury. “Do you believe I’ll give you and your daughter to the goblins!?”
Eline Snow turned pale at Enan’s words, her body trembling uncontrollably…
“Why betray me?” Enan seized Eline Snow by the collar and roared, “Just because of that so-called love? What right does a dead man have to compare to me!?”
Eline Snow’s head spun from Enan’s shaking. “I… I didn’t betray you…”
She tried her best to steady herself, eyes filled with grief and helplessness. “But I do have my limits…”
“Limits? Heh…” Enan let out a furious, mocking laugh. “You used your body to buy peace for you and your daughter! And you still talk about limits? You betrayed your husband, and still dare talk about love?”
“You certainly didn’t say that when you were in bed!”