Chapter 70
Chapter 70: Backfired
Becoming an agent.
This was truly a novel experience for Funniss.
From now on, she was both the witch Funniss of the Black Rose Society and Agent Celi of the Kabbalah Church’s Temperance Institute. Cessia didn’t oppose her doing this, and she herself was happy to proceed this way.
Upon hearing that she had passed the test, Funniss felt excited. She jumped down from her chair, walked around the wooden table at neck height, and came to Michelle’s side.
“Thank you, Director Michelle. I hope Charlotte will be happy when she hears this news.” Funniss looked up at Michelle with a brilliant smile.
“I’m sure she’ll be happy, but you’ll need to think about how to explain Mr. Cela’s situation.” Michelle patted Funniss’s head. “Engraving names on the back of insignias takes some time, and making uniforms in your size also requires time. Fortunately, the Temperance Institute doesn’t strictly require wearing uniforms normally. We only need to change into them when representing the church at formal occasions.”
“Alright, I’m looking forward to the day I can wear the uniform.” Funniss didn’t dodge or fuss, allowing Michelle to stroke her head.
Female agent uniforms came in several styles for the lower half—form-fitting long skirts that reached mid-calf, A-line pleated short skirts that barely covered the knees, and unisex long pants for easier movement. But the upper body jacket, vest, shirt base, and overall dark green color scheme remained constant.
These uniforms weren’t particularly beautiful, but they had a unique charm.
Funniss’s anticipation was genuine. She was already fantasizing about how she would look walking in front of a mirror wearing the dark green dress and khaki short boots.
Michelle was also correct about the Temperance Institute’s uniform regulations. Some young female agents simply didn’t like wearing the monotonously colored uniforms, and female enforcers dressed however was most convenient for fighting. Charlotte’s classical, spirited, and action-friendly equestrian skirt was a typical example. As for male agents and enforcers, they had fewer choices and generally defaulted to wearing uniforms, mainly because the pure black windcoats worn by male enforcers were so dashing that many people joined the Temperance Institute just to wear them.
“Alright, Celi, while we’re still in the soundproof box, let’s be clear about some things now.” However, just as Funniss was still thinking about these miscellaneous matters, Michelle suddenly spoke.
“Eh?” Funniss didn’t react.
She saw Michelle’s usually kind expression become a smile devoid of warmth, her deep purple eyes gradually darkening ominously, like the sea surface under storm clouds.
Michelle suddenly grabbed Funniss’s hands forcefully without reason. She took two steps back to sit in the chair, pulling Funniss in front of her, then leaned close to Funniss’s ear and whispered: “I advise you to use that bewitching ability less on others outside. The demon hunters from the Loyalty Institute won’t care how cute you look.”
Funniss’s mind went completely blank.
She was stunned.
“You looked too inexperienced when applying suggestion. Didn’t you notice that I broke free on my own halfway through, little succubus?” Michelle gently pinched Funniss’s chin. Her previous gentleness and composure vanished, replaced by a wicked smile that barely surfaced at the corner of her mouth. “You thought that stopping the recording gave you leverage over me, but actually I could tell the Archbishop that you’re a succubus, that you used evil abilities to bewitch me. That way, not only would I bear no guilt, I might even receive rewards for reporting you.”
“I-I’m sorry… Director Michelle…” Funniss realized she seemed to have overplayed her hand.
She had actually been quite resistant to various succubus abilities, so she had always been lax in practice. Today was her first time using them on a person, and she had failed to control the intensity, resulting in this mishap.
But this couldn’t be entirely blamed on her, because Michelle had actually encountered other mature succubi when she was young and had already tasted being hypnotized and controlled. Funniss appeared quite inexperienced compared to her predecessors.
“Don’t be afraid, little succubus.” Michelle gently pulled the trembling Funniss into her arms, tenderly stroking her delicate cheek, but her cold smile made Funniss shudder. “As long as you behave obediently, I won’t hand you over. After all, you’re very cute, and I can’t bear to do that.”
Funniss, cowering in Michelle’s arms, was so frightened she was about to cry.
A thirty-something woman saying such things? Don’t you want to look at what kind of perverted statement this is? Miss Witch, help me! This isn’t some honest person at all!