Being locked in detention was no big deal to Xia Xin.

After all, she’d been a shut-in before—this was just a change of scenery.

Plus, the bed was comfy, and the little loli was easy on the eyes… Yeah, not bad at all.

If nothing went wrong, she could stay here half a year without issues.

…This thought lasted three days.

Then Xia Xin snapped.

"Hey! Why no food delivery? Even detention shouldn’t starve you!" she raged inwardly.

But she could only curse in her head.

She’d discovered she couldn’t use magic here. Her "mastered" Fireball Spell—used once—refused to work.

Three days with zero food. Only her spit to "eat." So hungry. No energy left. Couldn’t move.

Xila, on the other side, suffered just as badly.

Three days wouldn’t kill anyone—but no one wanted this misery!

"Hmm… but the Calamity Witch…" Xila glanced at Xia Xin on the bed, thinking, "So calm in this hell. No wonder she’s the Calamity Witch!"

Knock knock knock!

The door rattled. Xila jumped up, dressed, and rushed over.

Freedom or not—at least bring food!

Another day like this, and she’d either eat the Calamity Witch… or get eaten herself.

A small window slid open. Xila peered out. Belle stood there.

They locked eyes for seconds. Belle spoke first.

"Reflected well these past days? How do you feel now, ‘Demonfolk’ spy? Your ‘mission’ is impossible."

Belle stressed "Demonfolk" and "mission"—a reminder: don’t get charmed by the Calamity Witch’s body. Your duty matters.

No food for three days wasn’t forgetfulness. Belle never made low-level mistakes. This was her plan.

Hardship heightens emotions. Trapped together, that tension could twist into something… intimate. Their bond might deepen.

Winning over the Demonfolk would get easier.

But Belle always had backup plans.

As the "human interrogator," this cruelty would make the Calamity Witch hate the Empire. Push her toward Demonfolk.

Belle felt brilliant.

Keep them locked. Release only with clear news.

"You bastard! Damn Empire lapdog!" Xila yelled, voice cracking. "Wait till I’m out—I’ll crush you underfoot! Ugh… starving…"

Her tone faded. Three days of hunger shattered her defenses. Seeing Belle unleashed everything.

Belle paused. Analyzed Xila’s words. Caught the hidden meaning. Understood instantly.

Watching furious Xila, Belle’s admiration grew.

So clever! This Demon Spy!

Like Belle stressing "Demonfolk," Xila’s insults aimed the Calamity Witch’s hatred at the Empire.

The weak ending? A plea for more time.

Food… Belle admitted a small error.

No need for hardship. Just add a drop of succubus juice to their meals—physiological bonding, fast.

Xila’s words were a reminder! She’d sacrifice her body to win the Calamity Witch!

Such devotion impressed Belle.

Demonfolk talent like this? Promising future.

Belle slammed the window shut. Hurried off.

Prepare food now.

Win over the Calamity Witch ASAP.

The Holy Maiden was riding here.

...

...

"Ah… no strength left…" Xila collapsed by the door.

Food mattered—but three days without water was deadlier.

Only her Demonfolk stamina let her shout earlier. A human would’ve failed.

"Shouting’s useless," Xia Xin yawned. "Sleep saves energy… If no water comes, I’ll use that move."

"That move?" Xila perked up. "Witch Miss, finally using magic?"

Magic? What magic?

Xia Xin didn’t get it. She only knew Fireball Spell. Nothing else. And magic failed here anyway.

She meant drinking stored body liquids. Or Xila’s.

Yeah—blood.

The Calamity Witch was Blood Clan, after all. Sustained by blood.

Hiss… Why did her heart race at the thought?

Xia Xin stared at Xila. Licked her lips.

Like eyeing a fresh bread roll.

Craved a bite.

"Hmm… really starving to death here…" Xila shuffled to the bed’s edge.

Then she caught Xia Xin’s predatory gaze.

"Uh… Witch Miss, wh-what are you doing…" Xila’s nerves frayed. She stepped back—tripped. Fell hard.

"Ow ow ow…" She rubbed her head. Watched Xia Xin approach. Lying about her fear? Impossible.

Three days done. Had the Calamity Witch’s hunger finally snapped?

Gulp… Trapped with her in this tiny room? Nothing good ever happened. She… she wanted her body!

Must resist!

But… she’s the Calamity Witch. Resistance meant nothing.

Especially with no magic…

Despair and excitement swirled in Xila’s chest.

"P-please… be gentle…"