After putting away the Saintess’s robe, Carlisle pulled a labeled potion from Sherry’s ring. Then, as if he’d remembered something, he took every potion out of the girl’s ring.

Sherry didn’t have an enormous number of potions, but there were still quite a few. By the time he took out the last bottle, the ground around them was almost completely covered in potions.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, propped his chin on his right hand, and carefully examined the labels on the potion bottles.

【Pain, pain, go away】, 【May Your Bloodline End】, 【Sleepytime Tea】…

“Let me ask you a simple question.” He casually picked up a potion and turned it over to read the label. “Which potion poisoned me? Is there an antidote?”

An antidote?

At the mention of it, Sherry’s gaze grew a little hazy.

She never made antidotes for her potions. As for why, it was simply because she couldn’t. Her potions’ effects were like a mystery box—how was she supposed to understand the principles behind them, let alone make a matching antidote?

But she absolutely couldn’t tell Carlisle that.

As for which potion had poisoned him…

She glanced at the words 【May Your Bloodline End】 and decided it was probably better to keep that to herself…

She really regretted it. What on earth had gotten into her when she gave the potion a name like that?!

“Um, big brother, you’re so manly~” To avoid upsetting him, Sherry gave him a coy wink and decided to shower him with praise.

“What do you mean?” As if sensing something was wrong, Carlisle set down the potion in his hand and narrowed his eyes.

“I mean, even without that ability, your natural charm could still attract plenty of girls.”

A few potions sat on the ground in front of her. As Sherry answered Carlisle, she secretly inched closer to the bottles.

Some of these potions would work as soon as their bottles broke. If she could just seize her chance, she might be able to escape!

But it was obvious that the boy had seen straight through her supposedly clever little scheme.

Carlisle got to his feet and swept all the potions into his ring at once. His tone turned extremely dangerous.

“I see. You’re saying there’s no antidote for the poison I took, right?”

His eyes were only dark pupils, but after meeting his gaze, Sherry felt as if she’d seen a demon from hell.

When you often deal with bizarre things, some of the darkness of hell is bound to rub off on you. Even the sunniest, most handsome boy will eventually walk the shadowy depths of the underworld and become some unspeakable, strange creature.

The best fate a Knight of the Round Table could hope for throughout history was to disappear.

“I-it may not have an antidote! But you’ll be fine tomorrow—tomorrow!” Sherry desperately tried to save her poor, suffering rear end.

“Really?”

“When have I ever lied to you?!”

When had she ever lied to him? The Witch had barely said a single true thing to him!

Carlisle silently grumbled to himself, then bent down and pinched Sherry’s chin between his fingers. “If you’re not better by tomorrow, then even without that ability, I’ll turn you from a girl into a woman. Understand?”

She’d castrated him, so wasn’t it fair for him to scare her by threatening to turn her into a woman?

Heh. If she wasn’t better by tomorrow, he wouldn’t actually turn her into a woman—but she could forget about escaping a little discipline. A sore backside would be the least of her worries.

“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.” No matter how indignant she felt, Sherry could only keep nodding.

You sleazy jerk! Serves you right for getting castrated! After checking the potions, there wasn’t much left in her ring: the tools she needed for camping, the Witch’s crystal ball, books full of obscure potion theory, and…

“A Recording Orb?” Carlisle murmured, balancing the crystal-ball-like object in his palm. Then he tried to use a spell to see what was recorded inside.

“Wait!!”

The girl’s sudden, piercing scream stopped him.

When he looked back at Sherry, he saw her biting her lip, her face bright red, her eyes darting away with a hint of shyness. Her delicate body trembled alluringly, as if spring had come and the animals were mating.

“Big brother, don’t look. It’ll corrupt you~”

Her silky, tingling voice seemed to reach every corner of Carlisle’s body, raising goosebumps all over him. At that moment, the girl seemed to have become a succubus, constantly tempting him to commit a sin.

But he didn’t have the ability to commit one.

Then again, maybe the girl knew he couldn’t take advantage of her. That was why she was acting so bold!

Witches really were Witches. Their methods were filthy and low!

At the same time, he wanted to know what was recorded in the Recording Orb that had made Sherry so embarrassed.

“What’s wrong? Is there some secret in there you don’t want anyone to know?”

“…Y-yes.” At the mention of a secret she didn’t want anyone to know, the girl’s cheeks burned like fire, turning bright red. She seemed to have pictured some forbidden scene of naked bodies sprawled together.

“Oh? Then I definitely have to look!” Carlisle’s lips curled into a smirk. He was starting to guess what was inside.

Recording Orbs were commonly used to record evidence for certain cases, but they had plenty of other uses too—like filming stories born from people’s fantasies, or making erotic videos to help lonely people unwind.

The girl was clearly embarrassed because it was the latter.

Who would’ve guessed? Sherry looked so charming and cute, but not only was her personality awful, she was a lewd Witch too!

When she heard that he still insisted on looking, Sherry panicked.

“Big brother, big brother! Th-that’s a really indecent scene! Knights shouldn’t watch things like that!”

“Oh? Just how indecent is it?” Carlisle had never seen the girl this flustered before, and he felt an urge to tease her.

He wanted to hear what kind of erotic thing Sherry could bring herself to say.

“It’s… it’s just two people lying on the ground, and then…” The girl stammered for a long while, but couldn’t bring herself to say any more.

But from Sherry’s expression, he had a pretty good idea what was in the Recording Orb: a man and a woman lying on the ground, doing their best to bring a new life into the world.

She could watch something like that without shame, but didn’t have the nerve to say it out loud?

So much for a lewd Witch.

“I never knew you were like this, Sherry.” Carlisle set down the Recording Orb and let out a mocking laugh. “In my eyes, you’ve always been sinister, despicable, cunning, and shameless. Now there’s one more word to add: lewd and depraved!”

Birds of a feather flock together. Sherry had dragged every Witch’s image down in his eyes, and now even Hera, the Great Library’s head librarian, seemed like a morally corrupt person to him.

“You’ve got the wrong idea, big brother.” Sherry didn’t care that much about her image, but if she could, she’d still like to salvage it a little.

After all, calling a lady lewd and depraved was hardly very gentlemanly!

Hmph. Still, if she got the chance, she’d make Carlisle pay for this! Just you wait, you rotten sleazebag!

“The wrong idea? Then why are you keeping it? And why do you have so many?” Carlisle pulled the Recording Orbs out of her ring one by one, then stared at them in thought.

If each one showed something indecent, then Sherry was a little too lewd, wasn’t she?

And could it be that she watched the Recording Orbs while…