Chapter 565

Chapter 572: Izay’s Romantic Fortune… (Please Subscribe!)

“Actually, I’m not an adventurer… but a witch… Currently traveling around the world for certain purposes. I just arrived in this city today.”

Victorica replied seriously.

After Laentoluca’s inquiry, she had thought about many things in a short time.

In the end, Victorica came to a conclusion.

That is—she must start by approaching the locals of this city to understand her current situation!

A person very familiar with this city could help her quickly grasp the situation and plan for the future.

Perhaps…even help her uncover the mysterious veil of that eerie white mist, thereby finding out why she ended up here and how to return.

Simply put, Miss Witch wants to find a reliable guide…

And right now, there seems to be a suitable candidate…

Victorica smiled brightly at Izay while slightly tilting her head upward.

Being shorter than Izay, she had to do this to look him straight in the eyes.

Exchanging gazes with his clear gray-blue irises, Izay hesitated for a moment before replying with a somewhat exasperated tone.

“Just a friendly reminder, claiming to be a witch in Orario is quite strange. Usually, only older female magicians from magic-dominant countries give themselves such titles for reputation.”

Though among them are indeed some truly talented individuals. For instance, Mr. Izay and Riviria both know Ms. Renova.

“Ah…is that so?” After hearing this, Victorica’s expression faltered instantly.

Indeed, the culture here differs greatly from what she knows!

“It seems my hunch was correct…Miss Victorica appears to be completely unaware of Orario’s common knowledge?”

Observing her reaction, Izay confirmed one of his suspicions within himself.

“Hmm…” The flawless face of the witch turned slightly red, indicating he hit the nail on the head.

But Victorica didn’t deny it; instead, she nodded lightly. “To be honest, I feel quite embarrassed. I actually got lost in the fog and ended up near this city. By the time I realized, things had already turned out like this~”

Her tone carried a hint of embarrassment.

On the surface, she seemed composed and calculated every move, planning her direction.

However, in reality, the witch unexpectedly has a rather careless personality.

Rather than being composed,

The term “go-with-the-flow” might describe her better.

When her words subsided, Izay noticed something familiar: “Fog? Did you encounter a white mist?”

“Yes, does Mr. Izay have any knowledge of it!?”

“Not exactly…but before I dealt with those rowdy youngsters, I learned of its existence from someone I was traveling with. Though I’m interested, I haven’t had the chance to investigate yet.”

“I see. Then may I ask Mr. Izay a few more questions?”

“As long as I know, I’ll answer as much as possible.”

Yay!

Looks like I approached the right person!

Familiar with the city below, sharing the same investigative goal, and making a good first impression…

Could there be a better guide than this?

With Izay’s response, Victorica felt a surge of joy inside, unable to help but marvel at her good luck.

So quickly…she found the person she “admires” amidst the vast city!

Meanwhile.

Laentoluca, who had been listening quietly to their conversation without interrupting, felt a peculiar sensation welling up inside.

Her intuition told her something wasn’t quite right!

(…Why does this Victorica seem like she’s from another world, just like me?)

Similarly new to Orario, similarly lacking common knowledge, similarly having Izay as a guide.

Is this some kind of “Laentoluca Version 2.0”?

And she has a better figure than me!

This is what the fairy girl cares about the most.

Even under layers of clothing, one can vaguely discern the curves of Victorica’s body. The outer black robe merely “drapes” over her shoulders, functioning more as an aesthetic accessory, even tempting one to pull it down and unwrap the contents within.

Her slender waist is cinched by a silk belt, with two blue crystals attached to the right side, adding a small decorative touch near her slim waist, drawing even more attention.

One cannot deny…in terms of feminine charm alone, probably three Laentolucas tied together wouldn’t match the Victorica before her!

(Why does Izay always get such good romantic fortune?) Laentoluca couldn’t comprehend the reason.

…

Time passed slowly. The three left the quiet alleyway and entered the market area of Orario’s western region.

Izay hadn’t forgotten that his goddess was waiting for him to buy ingredients for dinner.

Laentoluca felt the same way.

The young girl was also considering what delicious treats to bring back for her little friends.

As for Victorica, she leisurely followed the two, observing the surrounding merchandise. She was contemplating whether to cook personally tonight or order some food from an inn to make do.

She had no intention of freeloading off Izay’s hospitality.

After all, Izay had already mentioned earlier that tonight was a private banquet within their Familial Group.

As an outsider, why should Victorica intrude unnecessarily?

The witch considered herself not shameless enough for that.

If it were an ordinary time, perhaps she might consider it…

But during special periods, it’s best to avoid it. Anyway, she earned quite a bit of money recently to spend~

By the way, during the previous period, Izay had explained all the basic terms of Orario to Victorica: the Age of Gods, Familial Groups, Adventurers, Dungeons, Divine Blessings, etc.

Now the latter had a basic understanding of these novel concepts.

Except for the existence of deities…

Because there are absolutely no deities in the witch’s world.

Myths and legends about Them are scarce.

Suddenly telling Victorica about the existence of gods beside her…this might require giving her some time to accept.

At least let her sleep on it~!

If she wakes up the next day and confirms that this experience isn’t a dream, then she will believe!

Soon, after purchasing the ingredients, Izay and Laentoluca temporarily bid farewell to Victorica.

After all, they needed to find an inn to settle down, while the other party had to return home for the banquet.

Their destinations weren’t the same.