For the next three days as they progressed towards the doorless library, a series of attempted murders happened. Poison in food that didn't work on him because he already had the worst poison that existed on the whole planet, branches falling, roots pulling out on their own, animals charging towards him for no reason, sometimes he took a low branch as a bed and he fell from it; there was quite a weird fact about people dying from falling from their bed… Choke on a fish bone, he was almost stabbed by spoons, knives and forks… He became the unluckiest one that existed on Masmoenia since Olivia accompanied them.
Sometimes, at night, she used her hands for killing, throttling him until someone from his companions woke up and ruined her plan. Each time it happened, he woke up with a nightmare where a snake was strangling him. Another time, she attracted a snake making his nightmare slightly real, he would freak out for a long time saying his nightmare became alive; the snake bit his balls and Olivia had to heal him because direct poison from a snake didn't do anything to him. After three days of trying so hard, she took a rest, thinking of other ways to end him without attracting the witch's wrath.
"You," Olivia said when she was healing him. "You are terribly weak. Without your luck, you are nothing."
It was a sudden attack on his ego but he took it lightly. As long as he threw the blame on her, he would be fine. She was the one who didn't give him enough skills and powers to use as the protagonist she pulled from another planet. It was cliché transmigration but the stupidest of all of them. He was supposed to find everything easy and be the one to do everything but she just ruined it by not giving him anything.
"I know. Did you decide to show your real face now that everyone is away practicing their fighting spirit and technique?" he answered casually like it didn't matter to him.
"How d-did you k-know?" she stuttered, turning red from embarrassment because she let herself get caught. Now, she had to kill him to hide her real identity but there was no way. Though Soprana was slightly away from him, she had her eyes fixed on the apprentice mage. "I guess I will just tell you how useless you are. You are supposed to be her disciple, mustn't you have some kind of great power? Some kind of skills? Your physical abilities are weak, your magic power is null, no matter how much you train, you won't be able to do anything."
Obviously, anyone who saw him would reach that stupid conclusion. He was called a girl in the past because of it. There was no point in pointing it out like this and make him feel bad about it.
"I know. You don't have to point it out rudely. As far as I'm concerned, I am in this situation because of her. Ammm…" he rubbed his chin thinking. "I am touched because you worry about me this much."
"Who worries about a lame imposter like you? I bet you lied about being her disciple. Show me your identification! She must have given you a sort of identification for mages to recognize you as an apprentice."
He focused on his finger and the ring appeared. He showed his hand proudly, like a maiden who was asked for her hand to put on a marriage ring. Olivia couldn't understand what it was. She saw a ring but couldn't understand the true meaning behind it. She started crying.
"I thought you were miserable but not to this level. I pity you. Such a young lad married at young age. I bet only an ugly hag would accept you since they don't have much satisfaction anymore. Such poor boy! Such poor boy!" she sniffed.
Stephan raised his eyebrow, taken back by her audacity. Did she just make fun of him? She fluttered her eyelashes, looking at him with pity; she even went one step further and used her saliva to create fake tears on her cheeks.
"I don't have a hobby to enlighten stupid people. I will just leave you to your silliness. I hope my prayer might reach your Lord and help you with your insanity," he joined his hands for prayer while being on his knees. "Oh Lord! Please save this wretched soul and take her away from me because I know my sweet witch won't spare her if she heard her meaningless words."
Seeing him on his knees, Soprana misunderstood the whole thing. She thought Olivia finally got to him. Her pride was wounded; the boy didn't even look at her. Boys his age were energetic and she was a beauty. Could it be he liked flat chests? Short girls? Dark skins?
She let the crown of flower she made fall to the ground and materialized right behind Olivia who was smirking. The dark-skinned girl felt like a shadow looming over her. It took her quite a while to understand who was behind her. When she finally turned her head, noticing Soprana, she smiled nervously.
"Do you mind if I know what's happening here? I thought I was already clear in leaving you out of Stephan's perimeter unless he needed healing," she bellowed at her.
Olivia felt as if a thousand daggers were sent towards her from the sky. Soprana was taller than Stephan and she was shorter than him, which meant Soprana was like a giant in Olivia's eyes. "My Lady…" it was the way she called her since she joined them.
Stephan stared at the witch as if she was some kind of good luck charm, hoping she would teach the girl a lesson but it would be a shame to get rid of her now. He could make her teach him some tricks of the sword. Since he didn't have any magic abilities yet, it was better to learn something useful. Who knows? Maybe he would become a magic swordsman in the future.
"She told me she wanted to show more usefulness, I couldn't help but get down on my knees and ask the Lord to bless her. Isn't it great that she volunteered to teach me how to use a sword? Even if she is useless in using one, I bet she knows one trick or two."
Olivia was speechless.