Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 281 - 280: Picking Someone Up from the Station

Chapter 281: Chapter 280: Picking Someone Up from the Station

LR417 Year — 2nd Month — 14th Day.

Ronald stepped out from his apartment, his mind still filled with the list he had memorized earlier.

Earlier, inside the Practical Power Communication Company, the request put forth by Mou Li had been agreed upon by Clark.

And the result was that Ronald alone would take charge of the Grand Witch’s reception.

Even considering the mood of the Grand Witch, the Bureau had Ronald openly handle the Grand Witch’s reception on the surface, while its members would clandestinely provide support.

Before leaving home today, Ronald had been reciting the list given to him by the Bureau, which detailed the various locations and methods he could use to contact the Bureau directly in Springleaf should the need arise.

"Grand Witch..."

Muttering under his breath, Ronald called a taxi carriage and then headed for the train station.

Unlike his own entrance into Springleaf, this powerful Caster from the "Twelve Witches" had chosen to arrive in the city by train.

Before arriving at the train station, Ronald sat in the carriage seat, watching the receding streetscape, and began to recall the information he had gathered in the past two days.

He first heard of the "Twelve Witches" organization while in Biberonwich.

At that time, his impression of the group was simply a mystical faction that had bolstered the "Swan Commerce Union."

However, with the information support from the "Scroll Research Society."

Ronald now knew much more.

This "Twelve Witches," too, was a faction that had long ago split from the "Original Witches’ Association," with a core philosophy of witches providing help and protection to each other and continuing the faction’s legacy without infringing upon others.

To be more specific, the organization centered around twelve ’Grand Witches’ and collectively held three original grimoires of different effects.

And this time entering Springleaf was a legitimate holder of an original grimoire.

With a long history of inheritance and a consistently friendly demeanor, it was under such circumstances that the Bureau made such arrangements.

After musing for a while, the carriage Ronald was in came to a stop.

The driver promptly reminded him,

"Sir, we’ve arrived at the train station."

Ronald immediately snapped back to reality,

"Ah, have we already?"

"Thank you."

He hopped down from the carriage and then reached into his pocket to pay the other party.

Finally, with the fading sound of the carriage behind him, Ronald looked up and took in the building before him.

— Springleaf Train Station.

This train station, situated in the capital of the Greid Empire, far surpassed the Biberonwich station Ronald had seen before in various aspects.

Architecture, land area, passenger flow, environment...

In all of these respects, the Springleaf Train Station was much more upscale than that of Biberonwich. Anyone standing at the entrance could sense how prosperous the city of Springleaf was.

"So, it’s time to wait for someone..."

Murmuring to himself, Ronald turned and glanced at the train station’s bell tower.

The time on it was 10:27:11 in the morning, just a little more than one second ahead of his original timekeeper.

And the train carrying the Grand Witch, if it arrived on schedule, should be at 11 o’clock sharp.

Given the punctuality of trains in this era, Ronald had plenty of time on his hands now.

So he straightened his collar and headed into the station, where he would simply wait.

The dull wait was always lengthy.

And waiting for one’s target to appear was all the more tedious.

Ronald stood on the platform of the train station, leaning half against the wall, quietly waiting for the Grand Witch to appear.

In his sight on the other side were the various structures within the train station.

He occasionally saw splendid carriages entering the station through an exclusive passage, from which elegantly dressed men and women descended and went straight onto the platform. Now, Ronald could only watch these people of all shapes and colors to pass the time.

Woo woo woo—

Finally, after a delay of twenty minutes,

the sound of the train approaching reached Ronald’s ears.

Because the planned rails wouldn’t change, Ronald was certain this was the train carrying the great witch.

At last, he was going to see the target of his reception.

Thinking this, Ronald lifted himself off the wall, gently patted his clothes, and shook off the barely visible dust.

After all, he would be spending some time with her.

First impressions matter; best to leave a good one.

However, during the time the train was pulling into the station, Ronald suddenly noticed a detail.

A young woman in a black long dress, with a beautiful appearance, walked from the platform, holding a water bottle, and took a small sip.

"..."

The "Original Witch Association"...

It seemed there was a type of curse that required observing the enemy and using a potion in the mouth to cast...

While looking, Ronald immediately realized this.

Indeed, after the young girl took a sip of water, he noticed the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, as if mocking the people on the train.

Without any hesitation,

Under Ronald’s wide sleeves, a black tome appeared in his hand.

"Its name is Styx.

That black water flows downward, to the dark and precipitous cliffs below.

..."

This really was looking for trouble...

Shaking his head in resignation, through the capabilities of the "Divine Comedy," Ronald understood that the young girl was watching the arriving train with strong hostility.

This timing, this action.

Without a doubt, this person had come to snipe the great witch.

The mystical side of this world remained rather simple and unadorned.

Most casters, even if capable of casting spells, still belonged to those who would not modify their body structure.

Decapitation, heart-piercing, deadly poison...

These methods, which could kill a normal person, were just as effective against an unguarded caster.

So, this assassination attempt was naturally to be expected.

Before even meeting the person he had been tasked to meet, he had to serve in advance...

While thinking this, a small amount of black mist quietly covered his palm.

Lowering his footsteps, Ronald changed to an angle less likely to be noticed by the girl, and approached her.

The train station platform was crowded.

Ronald, deliberately concealing himself, approached the witch, who was getting ready to cast a spell while intently focusing on the train, completely unaware of him.

Crack—

Very smoothly, Ronald’s hand, enveloped in black mist, gently tapped her shoulder.

Feeling an irresistible force entering her body and realizing this, the witch also lost her chance to resist.

Instantly, her vision went black as her body involuntarily fell backward.

And at that moment, when the witch completely lost consciousness,

The last thing she heard was Ronald’s concerned, yet pretentiously caring voice:

"Hey, miss?"

"Are you all right?"

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