infodatos Chapter 208: Lola The Witch
Chapter 208: Lola The Witch
Chapter 208: Lola The Witch"Holy shit," Lola blurted out, her voice a mix of shock and awe as she learned about the existence of the 'World of Curses' and 'Curse Masters.' Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she exclaimed, "I knew it—I'm a witch!"
The McSuile siblings exchanged glances, finding her fascination with witches oddly specific. A fairy or a unicorn obsession, they could understand—but a witch? Really?
"A talented witch at that," Janice teased with a playful smile, unable to resist.
"Janice, don't encourage her," Jason cut in, his tone firm. "She's an innate curse master. You have no idea what her emotions and thoughts might manifest during the awakening ceremony. You're a curse crafter—you should know better than that."
Janice shrugged, her expression softening as she glanced at Lola's beaming face. "Still, seeing her so excited, I can't help but find her adorable and want to spoil her," she admitted with a warm smile.
Lola, caught off guard by their attention, felt her cheeks flush. She had always been invisible to her peers, but now, she was the center of attention. The mix of happiness and embarrassment warmed her chest as she was literally living her eighth-grade fantasy.
Just then, both Jason and Janice, who had been smiling at Lola's shy and embarrassed reaction, abruptly lost their smiles. Their expressions turned serious as they sensed an intense surge of emotion radiating from her. Jason furrowed his brows and asked his sister, "What's going on?" He couldn't figure out why the negative energy compressed within Lola's heart was growing at such an alarming rate.
"I think it has something to do with her innate curse master physique," Janice replied, though uncertainty laced her voice. Despite her extensive re
"Great," Jason muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Things just keep getting more complicated." His voice carried a mix of irritation and concern. If the extent of Lola's raw talent for curse energy—even before her officially becoming a curse master—became known to the world, it wouldn't just put her in danger. His family might even disown him for handing her over to the C.I.B. instead of keeping her as a family retainer. The thought weighed heavily on him.
"This can't wait any longer," Jason said firmly, his tone laced with urgency as he turned to his sister. "We have to help her become a curse master now."
Janice's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she said nothing as Jason continued. "Originally, I wanted to wait and let her innate curse physique develop naturally—let it grow to its full potential before it awakened. But now, we don't have that luxury. We need to help her ascend as quickly as possible and hand her over to the C.I.B."
His gaze softened slightly as he thought, 'It's not just for her safety—it's for ours, too. If we try to recruit her as a family retainer, we'll attract too much attention. The McSuile family's already powerful enough as it is. If we amass more power, we'll just make ourselves a bigger target. With Grandpa gone, we can't risk upsetting the balance between us and the C.I.B.'
Janice nodded slowly agreeing with her brother, but her face had a mixture of foreboding and apprehension. "You're right. The sooner she's protected and in the right hands, the better—for everyone."
"Good," Jason said after seeing his sister was on board. He glanced at her, his expression serious as he asked her, "So, how do we proceed with this?"
Janice tapped her chin thoughtfully, her eyes narrowing. "I'm not sure. She's got enough negative emotions bottled up in her heart to produce a knight-tier curseling. I don't think the standard curse core initiation array formation would of enough help for her to help her condense a curse core and survive to tell the tail," she said slowly, her voice heavy with consideration. After a moment, she added, "We might need to use the family's advanced curse core initiation array formation. It should be powerful enough to condense all that concentrated emotion into a curse core."
Jason's jaw dropped slightly, and he stared at her like she'd just lost her mind. "Are you insane?" he shot back, his voice rising in disbelief. "That thing's a torture device! It's only meant for people who've hit a dead end in their growth—people who have no chance of advancing naturally and are desperate to squeeze out every last drop of potential. Instead of sending her there, we might as well kill her now."