Meanwhile, completely unaware that a strong and thirsty Amazon woman had set her sights on him, an utterly exhausted Charles bid farewell to Porter and Anno alongside the nuns. With the unconscious Sophia in tow, they returned to the monastery. After a quick wash, he collapsed into bed without another thought.
By the time the eastern sun rose high, bathing the land in bright light, the thoroughly drained Charles finally stirred awake.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Sophia—her black smooth long hair fanned out—lying peacefully in the same bed, her face serene, still lost in sweet dreams.
The spacious dorm was empty save for her; the other witches had long since vanished. Sensing their intention, Charles couldn’t help but smirk.
Clearly, this was Hattie and the others’ deliberate arrangement, ensuring he could claim Sophia’s body and heart the moment he woke.
Ah, they’ve worked hard.
Though tempted, he hesitated to disturb her rest. Adjusting his position, he instead opened the System to review last night’s gains.
Remaining Purification Points: 4,829
His eyebrows shot up.
Good grief, Sophia gave this much?
He’d had just over 3,600 points before. After spending 1,800 to level up, the current tally was 4,829—meaning she’d contributed...
2,950 Purification Points?!
Nearly 3,000—more than purified Ruth and Sephera combined!
Hiss... Just how powerful was she at her peak?
A chill ran down his spine.
Thankfully, Sophia had already been half-mad by then. Instead of honing her own spellcasting abilities, she’d squandered her strength on cult-building, handing out spellcasting abilities to every follower. In just half a month, she’d mass-produced forty or fifty spellcasters...
Scattered power was easily broken.
Even so, last night’s victory had hinged on exploiting Sophia’s faint recognition of Hattie and Ruth, tricking her into letting him purify her almost cost-free. That first strike stripped most of her strength, leaving her so enraged she slaughtered eight of her own elite guards with spells.
Without that advantage? The outcome might’ve been very different...
But no matter—through all the chaos, he had triumphed in the end!
Charles allowed himself a quiet sigh of relief before delighting in his spoils.
Ah, over 4,000 Purification Points! Enough to... wait, no—
The monastery’s upgrade to Level 2 required 1,000 points. Level 4 to 5 demanded 3,800...
...Well. That’s not nearly enough.
The mental calculation doused his excitement like cold water, his face falling.
Level 5 was a threshold; the leap from 4 to 5 cost more Purification Points than all prior upgrades combined.
Only at Level 5 would spellcasters truly master formidable spells, setting them apart from ordinary people: fireballs with 25-meter blast radii capable of obliterating mansions, Haste quadrupling movement speed, or Slow reducing it to a crawl...
Non-spellcaster classes would also unlock their core abilities, more than doubling their combat strength.
Guess Level 5 won’t come easy.
He exhaled deeply, temporarily abandoning that line of thought. After upgrading the monastery to Level 2, he’d obviously need to prioritize unlocking all the Level 2 monastery constructions first. Doing the math, his Purification Points would be drained immediately.
Tsk. Purifying a powerful witch like Sophia doesn’t even net me three thousand Purification Points? How am I supposed to get by !
Enough complaining. He’d just have to wait patiently. When the next Night of the Witches came, all six purified witches should provide him with a substantial amount of Purification Points, right?
Hiss... Though this means I’ll be playing the long game...
As these thoughts crossed his mind, he stared at his current Purification Points without immediate spending. Just then, a slight movement beside him caught his attention. Charles turned his head to see Sophia’s jet-black eyes fluttering open, filled with confusion as they focused on the ceiling.
Charles smiled gently. "Good morning, Sophia."
"Good morning, Master," Sophia responded reflexively, her voice carrying a soft, sleepy quality. Then, as memories of last night’s events came flooding back, her expression turned panicked. "Master, I..."
As she spoke, she began to rise, preparing to kowtow in apology just as Ruth had done before. This movement slightly disturbed the neatly arranged bedding covering her delicate form, revealing generous expanses of flawless bare skin beneath - pale, swaying peaks, a flat stomach completely exposed, and even glimpses of more intimate areas faintly visible in Charles’ vision.
Charles placed a fingertip lightly on her lips and whispered, "It’s alright. That’s all in the past now. You’ve been reborn, completely different from who you were before. Your nature has changed, and you needn’t inherit past sins."
Sophia gazed up at him with pitiful eyes glistening with unshed tears. After a long moment, she nodded slightly and replied tearfully, "Mm."
But as she lowered her head, she suddenly became aware of her current state - completely unclothed and sharing a bed with Charles, who was similarly uncovered. Moreover, due to typical morning physiology made plainly visible when she’d thrown back the quilt...
The maiden’s embarrassed cry was surprisingly melodious. Sophia immediately curled up, wrapping the quilt tightly around herself, her face burning crimson as she avoided his gaze. "Master..."
Compared to Hattie’s voluptuousness, Ruth’s petite frame, or Sephera’s bewitching curves, Sophia’s figure seemed less distinctive. While her body maintained clear feminine contours, her chest, waist, rounded hips and legs all fell precisely at the median between voluptuous and athletic, making her appear somewhat unremarkable in comparison.
Yet her jet-black silken hair and serene, gentle features naturally carried an aristocratic elegance - a beauty that captivated not through raw sensuality, but through pure aesthetic refinement.
Now watching her cocoon herself in bedding with schoolgirl embarrassment, Charles couldn’t help but chuckle.
He reached out and lightly tweaked her little nose, grinning. "The sun’s high already. Time to rise."
With that, he climbed out of bed first, moving with complete comfort in his nakedness as he dressed right before Sophia’s eyes.
As the saying goes, "Well-fed and warm, desires turn lustful." But after last night’s battles and sleeping so late, his stomach growled insistently - any carnal thoughts completely overridden by the immediate need for a proper meal!
--------------------------------------
Support me at /TransFic and read upto 55 Advanced Chapters and Exclusive R-18 Content!
--------------------------------------
Update schedule: 7 Chapters/week
Every 100 power stones = 1 Extra Chapter
By voting with [power stones], you can easily get double the number of Chapters.