Haierjia was startled by Silphiel’s sudden move and her excited expression, eyes gleaming with a greedy green light.

Her small hands trembled, nearly dropping the potions. But Silphiel caught both bottles with quick reflexes, examining them closely until drool almost dripped from her lips.

Haierjia asked timidly, “Silphiel, your expression is so scary. What happened? If you dislike them, I’ll take them away. Ah—I’m not doubting your abilities! The Matriarch insisted we stay cautious this time, so I…”

“No, Haierjia. You did well.”

Silphiel clutched the potions, giggling foolishly. If their effects matched Haierjia’s claims, giving Gao Ying the “Simp” bottle while she drank the “Goddess” one would solve everything perfectly.

The Hero resisted mental control—but not magical potions!

Haierjia blinked her big eyes, confused. “Silphiel, are you joking? You’re our Nightingale Princess—the forest’s most beautiful, strongest Witch. Your raven-black hair flows like a waterfall. Your skin is softer and whiter than snow. Your eyes glow with true crimson blood. The Matriarch calls you ‘the forest’s answer, the pinnacle of Witches!’ You—”

“Stop it, Haierjia! Don’t call me Nightingale Princess outside!” Silphiel blushed, pouting.

Haierjia tilted her head, murmuring softly, “How could any man resist a girl as stunning as you? Even our forest sisters are captivated.”

Silphiel gritted her teeth. “Who knows what’s wrong with that Hero…”

Deep down, she knew the answer: karma from her past life. After an online scam, he distrusted women who approached him with sudden affection. Changing that mindset seemed impossible—how many days of grinding affection would it take?

Now Haierjia had handed her the cheat codes directly! Why grind daily quests slowly when a modifier could max out affection with one click?

Silphiel’s rosy lips curved slightly. Gazing at the potions’ faint magical glow, she already saw Gao Ying wearing a dog collar.

The thought thrilled her, and she burst into an eerie, chilling laugh.

Haierjia paled beside her. “S-Silphiel! What’s with that expression? Why’s it so terrifying?!”

Silphiel patted her cheeks, forcing a gentle smile. “Ah, really? Was it that scary?”

Haierjia nodded firmly. Silphiel explained, “Well, imagining the Hero as my dog just feels… refreshing.”

Damn Gao Ying—daring to use her eight times, front and back, over and over. Only turning him into her dog would quench her rage. What a worthless Hero.

After dosing him, she’d ignore his desperate pursuit, making him endure the fiery hellscape of chasing his wife back.

Heh heh heh.

Impatience surged through Silphiel.

“…We barely know each other. Must you hate him this much?” Haierjia frowned. The Hero had been summoned less than half a month ago—how could such deep hatred bloom so fast?

Though simple-minded, Haierjia sensed Silphiel’s twisted emotions toward him. Her intuition whispered: this wasn’t simple.

Feeling uneasy, Haierjia pouted, twirling a strand of deep blue hair. “Silphiel, could you explore the Holy Capital with me later? I’m new here… unfamiliar…”

Silphiel’s full attention was on the potions. She waved dismissively. “No way. I must cook for the Hero this afternoon and teach him Divine Art.”

*And slip him the potion too.*

Haierjia’s displeasure deepened. “Are you his wife? Cooking for him?”

Silphiel countered smoothly, “To win his heart, win his stomach first. Haven’t you heard that saying?”

Haierjia fell silent, murmuring, “Silphiel… you’re getting too into character. Don’t tell me you’re falling for him?”

Silphiel laughed coquettishly. “Don’t joke. Witches don’t have genuine feelings.”

Haierjia had no retort. True—Witches couldn’t love mortals. Their “hearts” were fake; how could they hold “love”?

Neither considered that Silphiel’s “insides” differed from other Witches.

“Oh—right.” Haierjia handed her a small black box. “Backup magical devices from the Matriarch. Don’t break them like last time. They’re troublesome to make.”

Silphiel took it without opening, stashing it in a hidden compartment.

Dressing in her clergy robes, she asked, “I’m heading to the Hero’s. As his future magic teacher, join me?”

Haierjia shook her head like a rattle drum. “No. Days of travel exhausted me. I’ll rest now and see him tomorrow.”

Silphiel blinked, puzzled. *Weren’t you just begging to shop?*

Whatever. Feeding Gao Ying the potion mattered more.

“Silphiel!” Haierjia called urgently at parting. “I labeled both bottles clearly—don’t mix them up! And the gap between doses must be under three minutes, or they’ll fail.”

Silphiel readily agreed. *The labels are obvious. Who’d mess this up unless someone interfered?*