What kind of thoughts?
Ansu feigned a dazed expression, staring at the exquisite face inches away.
This wasn't the first time she had asked such a question. If he had felt he was being over-sentimental before, this time...
Ansu felt that he truly occupied a very important place in Celia's heart.
His own feelings grew strangely complicated.
Ansu wanted to help her change the tragic fate from the original story, but just as he had initially thought, he only wanted to help once.
Just this once.
You help me resolve my destined death, and I help you resolve that old hag Samantha. One for one, it's a fair trade.
Besides, Ansu had always harbored the wishful hope of enjoying his freedom once he managed to extricate himself. He was truly afraid of having his entire life controlled by this vile witch.
He didn't even dare to imagine such a future.
Therefore...
Ansu chose the most advantageous approach.
"I'm disappointed."
"Disappointed?" Celia was stunned, not expecting such an answer.
She angrily pinched Ansu's chin, her beautiful face turning icy cold.
"Fine! You've got quite the nerve!"
"Why are you disappointed in me? What have I done to make you unsatisfied?"
Could it be because... she hadn't chosen to believe Ansu just now, but trusted her teacher more instead?
Celia arched an eyebrow. Was he jealous?
"Because I put myself in your shoes and thought of what was best for you, Lady Witch, but you didn't value my suggestions. In your heart, your teacher is clearly more important than I am..."
"Because I care about you, Lady Witch, and I worry about your future." Ansu answered stiffly. "That is why I am disappointed."
It really was that!
Celia replayed the words "I care about you" in her mind, an involuntary smile spreading across her face as a warm feeling filled her heart.
Hmph! I knew this silly boy wasn't a block of wood! It seems he really does care about me, even getting jealous of my teacher for my sake~
Celia's expression softened considerably, but she still tried to maintain a stern face, asking coldly in return:
"Ha! As a toy, aren't you demanding a bit too much from your master? Have I been too good to you lately?"
Ansu stared at Celia with a stiff, dazed look.
Celia sighed softly. It was only under Hypnosis that he would speak such unpleasant truths from his heart, so she could tolerate it for once.
After all, he truly was thinking from her perspective. Celia understood the concept that honest advice is often hard to swallow.
"Fine..."
"I'll listen to you this time."
"But if you have any more complaints about me in the future, don't keep them bottled up. I'm willing to listen!"
Ansu looked helplessly at the duplicitous vile witch, thinking to himself, are you trying to pull a sting operation on me?
If I weren't under 'Hypnosis', would I ever dare to seek death like this?
"Is there anything else you want to say?" Celia crossed her arms and asked casually. "Tell me, what else are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking," Ansu answered truthfully, "Lady Witch, don't you have any further ambitions?"
"Further ambitions?" Celia frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Yes. I do not wish for you to continue being subordinate to Samantha." Ansu replied. "I believe you should become the true leader of the Echoes of Truth."
(My Lady Witch, the weather is getting cold, it's time to put on a new robe!)
"Hmm?" Celia hadn't expected Ansu to be so bold. She let out a chuckle. "I didn't realize you were so ambitious, kid!"
She looked at the dazed Ansu, whose words were incredibly rebellious. "You've got it all planned out, don't you? If I rise to power, as my person, wouldn't you also skyrocket to the top?"
"I am not so short-sighted." Ansu continued. "I once said that you will eventually have a much broader stage, Lady Witch. I hope to assist you in clearing all the thorns ahead, standing at the peak of power, and looking down upon the entire world with you."
In the original plot, Celia truly didn't care about the power within the cult. She had far greater ambitions. She wanted to stand at the peak of power and even... become a god.
The events at the ancient ruins had allowed Celia to glimpse the truth of the gods, causing her ambition to swell infinitely as she believed she could replace them.
To outsiders, she brought blood and fire to the entire continent, and the Church concluded that her faith in a fallen deity would bring only revenge and destruction. But in reality, Celia was retracing the bloody path to godhood taken by the deities of the First Era.
However, the current Celia clearly lacked that level of resolve. She shook her head helplessly.
"Enough, Ansu. I know what path I want to take. I will stand at the peak of power, but now is not the time..."
She warned Ansu seriously, "Don't express such thoughts to outsiders in the future, understand?"
"I understand," Ansu replied.
The atmosphere grew quiet again.
Sitting on her throne, Celia quietly watched Ansu, who sat obediently beside her.
Although his words today were often offensive, she actually quite enjoyed listening to him speak.
Ansu was like an endless treasure chest. Every time she opened it, he brought her new surprises and expectations.
Without realizing it, she had begun to look forward to her time alone with him.
"You've really been getting less and less obedient lately..." Celia shifted into a comfortable position on her seat, bringing her leg back in front of Ansu's eyes.
"Hmph! You even dare to turn things around and try to control my thoughts?"
She glanced at Ansu, whom she had already treated as a human footrest, and a mischievous thought suddenly occurred to her.
While he was hypnotized, she would punish him severely!
Teehee~
So, Celia lifted her leg, her foot wrapped in black silk pressing against Ansu's chin, gently tilting his face toward her.
She looked down at the oblivious Ansu with a playful, superior gaze.
"Take them off for me!"
Ansu's expression almost crumbled. What was this vile witch up to now?
Right now, that soft, small foot was pressed right under his chin. The delicate, slightly frictioned texture of the stocking caused a flicker of strange heat to rise in his heart, making him want to grab it and knead it firmly.
But he still had to maintain his dazed, hypnotized act, which forced him to endure it. He was practically sitting on pins and needles...
"Take them off~" Celia watched Ansu's motionless reaction with delight, finding the act of teasing this fool very amusing.
Ansu had no choice but to obey her command. His hands slowly reached for those long, perfect legs, and then, from top to bottom, he gently slid her stockings off.
When the black stockings were removed, all that remained before Ansu's eyes were a pair of fair, smooth legs, like a delicious treat being unwrapped.
Celia became even more restless. She crossed one leg over the other, her snow-white toes wiggling cutely as she tested the limits of Ansu's physiological endurance.
Ansu felt even more helpless.
No thanks, I'll pass.
Although cleaning magic could keep her body perfectly clean and hygienic, meeting the strictest safety standards, Ansu still didn't dare to make any inappropriate moves.
After all, if he couldn't hold back...
Then everything would be over!
Meanwhile, the smile on Celia's face grew more and more excited.
She suddenly felt a thrill akin to breaking a taboo...
The Ansu before her had no idea what she was doing to him. He sat beneath her so obediently, even maintaining that dazed, cute expression on his face...
Celia suddenly couldn't help but want to do something even more outrageous...
After all, he wouldn't remember a thing once the Hypnosis was lifted~
Hehe!
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