Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 495 - 439: Blood Magic Ring_2

Chapter 495: Chapter 439: Blood Magic Ring_2

At the ceremony, Minamoto Makoto walked towards Honma Noriko, eyeing the trembling fathers on both sides. For the first time in her life, she saw them show such a despicable side, including her own self-righteous father, Yuan Chaozong, who acted obsequiously in front of Honma Noriko.

Young Kojima Kanako, who adored her mother, sat at her feet with a giggly smile.

Minamoto Makoto bowed respectfully to Honma Noriko, bending at the waist. Thinking of the fathers’ cowardly appearance, as if lightning struck through her veins, she boldly raised her head to meet Honma Noriko’s gaze. Instantly, from among those kneeling men, a multitude of hushed reprimanding voices demanded she avert her eyes.

"Ignore them." Honma Noriko reached out to touch Minamoto Makoto’s forehead, "...Observe patiently, and you’ll realize that every man is merely a tool for producing offspring, while every woman can become a proud and ambitious go-getter. This curse, or should I say blessing, is spreading among the children of Xisheng."

"I don’t want to be an ambitious person." Kanako looked up and said with a smile.

"You will be." Honma Noriko glanced sideways at Kanako, then turned her eyes back to Minamoto Makoto’s face, "...Minamoto Makoto, what you need is time. Go study in Taixi Continent, and don’t return to the Northern Archipelago until you’re twenty-five. I’m so envious of you, Makoto, you are a Witch, one of the most excellent descents this family has ever produced."

—— Memory accesses reality; to this day, Honma Noriko had left, and the others in the family were selfish and impetuous like jackals.

Only Minamoto Makoto continued to tirelessly pursue that 1.7% chance of victory. There must be a key moment, just the right leverage could bring Nestor Corporation crashing down into the mud!

Setbacks would not dishearten her; now Minamoto Makoto needed to find it.

Minamoto Makoto realized she should have fiercely spat at the Witch Goddess’s back when She was turned from her, warning Her not to recklessly comment on her fate.

Look at Her arrogant demeanor; were all the followers of the Witch Goddess nothing but yes-men?

She received a communication invitation, sent by Tenjouin Shino.

"Makoto!" Tenjouin Shino spoke in a hurried tone, "I heard your family locked you up."

"It’s alright, they don’t know what they’re doing." Minamoto Makoto said caringly, "How are you? How about your family?"

"They tried to ’treat’ me, wanted to control me, but thankfully Kiriya came with his soldiers and rescued me. I made Kiriya teach them a lesson." Tenjouin Shino sighed, "I don’t even know what they were trying to do, but I’m lucky Kiriya is devoted to me, otherwise, I really might have ended up in a hospital or something."

"We will always be the best of friends." Minamoto Makoto whispered softly.

"Of course." Tenjouin Shino felt pleased at the mere thought of the beautiful moments spent with Minamoto Makoto, who had saved her over and over again—friendship for eternity!

"Where are you now?" Minamoto Makoto inquired.

"On the Orochi, why?"

It had arrived! Minamoto Makoto secretly thrilled. This deadly high-speed battleship, a cutting-edge aircraft among the fleets, exceptionally efficient; as long as it kept moving through the sky, Nestor Corporation stood no chance.

"I’m currently at Xisheng Hotel, Suite 02 on the 45th floor." Minamoto Makoto spoke softly, "Come help me, Zina, let’s get me out first and then we can talk about the rest."

"I understand, I’ll be right there." Tenjouin Shino quickly got moving.

Within the Orochi, Tenjouin Shino swiftly packed her luggage, winked at Kiriya beside her, and then set off to rescue Minamoto Makoto.

Kiriya sat on the sofa, contentedly watching his aunt, who was now a hundred times more affectionate than before, someone he had grown up looking at in photos.

"She’s unwell, her mind is troubled..." a servant watched Shino leave and then cautiously ventured.

"No, no, no...this is for the best," Tenjouin Kiriya whispered, "You don’t understand. She talked to me so warmly! Do you know? It’s the first time in my life. If this is the effect of magic power, then... let it work its magic."

Kiriya dispatched the military to provide support. His loyalty to Tenjouin Shino was second to none, which inadvertently gave Minamoto Makoto a significant boost, allowing her to escape without any effort and causing Yuan Chaozong great distress. The Orochi loomed overhead, visible to the entire city, and not to be attacked, leaving him no choice but to tolerate his daughter’s wild behavior.

Soon after, Minamoto Makoto arrived safely at a hidden room aboard the Orochi under the escort of a military shuttle machine, a far more suitable residence for her.

"What now?" Tenjouin Shino, used to relying on Minamoto Makoto, this kind-hearted friend who had never let her down.

"Pacify the elders in your family." Minamoto Makoto suggested, "The family should be controlled by you and your niece, not anyone else. Then you can continue your work at Kyoto Infinity, taking over the position of its president."

"I... become the president of Kyoto Infinity." Tenjouin Shino mused, "...Yes, there’s no one else besides me."

"Go on, we need to be united." Minamoto Makoto clasped Tenjouin Shino’s hand earnestly, "We must move forward together before the threat comes, so that we’re not caught off-guard when it draws near."

Minamoto Makoto paced the room and finally entered the bathroom.

The ring, she had another source of power.

She looked at the Blood Magic Ring on her finger, which had grown more sinister in hue after absorbing the blood of the fox demon.

This Magic Ring was obtained from the Blood Sage of the Taixi Continent and possessed strange powers. The sage had entrusted her with a secret, confiding that precious blood would animate it, connecting the minds of the believers.

She hid deep in the bathroom, used a blade to cut her finger, allowing the blood to drip into the Magic Ring, and then with bloodstained ring, she gently drew a magic formula on the mirror.

The blood of the Witch, her own blood, she would drink as much as needed. Minamoto Makoto required assistance.

The power of blood rose like a fog.

"Help me." Minamoto Makoto pleaded to the fog.

The mist trembled violently, and from it came a hoarse voice, one Minamoto Makoto clearly remembered—it belonged to the Blood Sage, the ring’s previous owner and a visiting professor she had met during her studies abroad.

"The servant of the Blood God will guide you generously. You’re young, talented, and diligent," the voice said.

The fog grew denser, the outside sun seemed to be devoured in an instant, and Minamoto Makoto abruptly realized everything around her had darkened; blood dripped from the cracks in the walls, and the realm of magic had been established.