City of Witches Chapter 367

Diana marched forward, seething with anger.

She was aware of the absurdity of her rage.

She had stormed out in a fit of anger without even being able to explain to herself why he seemed so infuriatingly smug.

Calling him disgusting, annoying, or worthless—it was all just venting the fury that had welled up inside her.

"Who did I think was going to apologize…."

Exactly thirty seconds later, she realized she might have overreacted, but Diana deliberately ignored it and doubled down.

She had absolutely no intention of apologizing first.

If he hurried after her and grabbed her, she might be willing to casually say she was sorry for being too harsh, but…

No matter how far Diana walked, no cry of "Miss!" came from behind.

That only made Diana's anger boil over even more.

By the time she passed the pier and reached a quiet area lined with warehouses—

"Huff, huff… Hello?"

Diana flinched in surprise.

An ugly, overweight man had jumped out from an alley and spoken to her.

She could immediately guess his identity.

His shabby clothes and sweat pouring down as if he'd just been working, combined with the shady aura she sensed from his gaze.

He was likely a slave purchased by smugglers.

Her mother had once told her that all the slaves working in this port were death row inmates.

Her mood was already foul, and now a death row inmate, no better than human trash, was talking to her.

Diana's brow furrowed, and even the usually languid corners of her eyes shot up sharply.

"What is it?"

The dress Diana was wearing now wasn't the plain one worn by the Witches of Border Town.

Even if her shoes were a bit dirty, it was a silk dress worth enough to easily buy a decent villa.

Anyone could tell at a glance that she was a noble Witch, so his intentions in speaking to her were suspicious from the start.

"Um, well… Sorry to bother you… Miss Witch, could you spare a glass of water?"

And what he asked for was a glass of water.

Diana was even more dumbfounded.

"Do I look like I have water on me? Get lost."

Diana made her refusal clear and sharp.

Normally, by this point, he should have run away, but for some reason, the fat man was slowly, stealthily closing the distance.

The clueless bastard.

The corner of Diana's mouth twisted.

She tried to be nice with words, but if he wouldn't listen, she had no choice but to resort to force.

But Diana didn't get the chance to draw up her magic power.

"Kya… mmph…!"

Suddenly, a hand reeking of tobacco smoke shot out from behind and covered her mouth.

As she was captured, almost hugged from behind, Diana hurriedly looked up and saw a man with a terrifying scar on his face holding her from behind.

"Hello there, miss. Wanna have some fun with us?"

"Mmph… mmph…! Mmph…!"

"Stay still."

Too panicked to even use Magic, Diana struggled to break free but froze stiff when she spotted the sharp blade pressed right against her neck.

"They say a Witch's eyes glow when she uses Magic, right? Go ahead and struggle if you want. I'll slit your throat before you can even scream like a pig."

Simultaneously, men emerged from who knows where, approaching with sneering laughs and jeers.

They looked like sewer rats scurrying out after someone poked the drain.

"Kekeke, I don't mind a corpse if it's still warm."

"Wow, shit, it was this easy?"

"Keke, it's kinda cute how she acts all feisty, calling herself a Witch."

Diana, too, was a Witch from a prestigious family.

If she could properly manifest her Magic, these lowlifes wouldn't be able to lay a finger on her.

But they knew about the glow of magic power reflection.

Moreover, pressed against Diana's neck was a blade that was clearly no toy.

Two seconds of leeway would be enough, but the blade tearing through her soft neck would be faster than that.

Besides, she was a hothouse flower utterly untouched by the world's malice.

For someone like Diana, panicking in a life-or-death situation was only natural.

Her mind went blank, and her legs went weak.

She couldn't think of anything.

"Stop fucking around and put that thing on her quick."

"Why the swearing? Got it?"

And Diana's options vanished in an instant.

As soon as the kachusha they were carrying was placed over her head, it felt like a noose tightening around her body, rendering her unable to wield any magic power.

"Move her before anyone sees!"

"I, I got her attention, so I get to go second, right?"

The rough-looking man holding Diana firmly from behind spoke in a coarse voice.

"Don't scream, don't resist, just come along quietly."

Then he released the hand covering her mouth.

Though Diana was frozen from shock, she instinctively knew this was her last chance.

If she screamed or used anything around her to resist as much as possible, buying just a little time…

Diana desperately tried to force her frozen, sluggish mind to work.

"…Ah."

Diana tried to scream with all her might, to call for help.

But all that came from her throat was a deflated sound, like a sigh.

Moreover, her legs didn't break into a run; they just followed the filthy man with plodding steps.

It was as if strings were attached to her body, controlled by someone.

The slaves surrounded Diana so she wouldn't be visible.

They entered the shabby warehouse they used as their hideout.

The always-shabby warehouse they used as a hideout.

As soon as the slaves dragged their captured Diana inside, they couldn't help but marvel.

A thought process completely different from ordinary people.

There was a beauty that could make even beasts—those who wouldn't hesitate to kill fellow humans for their own desires or gain—swallow hard.

She was on a different level from the cheap prostitutes they'd had until now.

The faint scent of gardenia flowers that wafted just by being near her.

The body wrapped in a dress unlike any they'd seen even in the Mortal Realm shone with a noble, white glow.

"Wow, look at how smooth her hair is."

"Her skin is whiter than snow…"

"How can a person look like this?"

As if feeling reverence before a beautiful work of art.

Even the smugglers, brimming with all sorts of desires, spent a moment admiring her beautiful form.

But when their gazes captured Diana's expression, frozen stiff with fear, and her trembling legs—

They all thought of it Simultaneously.Tearing that frilly dress to shreds.

Defiling that beauty that makes one bow their head instinctively.

Dragging an apprentice witch with a bright future guaranteed into the gutter.

All of it, solely their right.

They had already crossed a critical line.

Touching an apprentice witch is the greatest taboo among taboos in witch society.

Especially after going as far as kidnapping, standing idly by now offers no chance of survival.

Even those who had reluctantly gone along out of fear of Jack, their leader, would now fight with nothing to lose.

Moreover, the trembling flower before them was worth tasting even at the cost of their lives.

They crept slowly toward Diana.

Meanwhile, Diana couldn't comprehend the current situation at all.

The leering gazes surrounding her.

They felt as unpleasant as if they were coiling around her body.

The visibly bulging crotches and sneering lips reeked of crude lust.

They were vermin she could sweep away with a single Magic incantation.

But the moment the kachusha, clearly an Artifact, was placed on her head, Diana became an ordinary being, no longer an apprentice witch.

All she could do was threaten with a trembling voice.

"D-d-do you... th-think you can... survive after doing... this?"

The pride of the Yesod Count House's young lady.

It was a threat squeezed out, the last drop of that pride cowering in fear.

The response to her trembling voice was a vile laugh mixed with lustful scorn.

Jack strode forward, grabbed Diana's hair, and bared his teeth.

"Don't care."

"Eek...!"

Diana had never been handled so roughly, let alone threatened.

The intense pain she had never imagined and the viscous, malice-laden violence made her breath catch.

"You've been living happily as that fancy witch until now, right? While some of us worked like dogs in our pigsty, you were elegantly lifting teacups."

Diana gritted her teeth and glared at Jack.

"Th-that's just... repaying your sins..."

"Don't know about that."

Jack roughly grabbed Diana's cheek with his coarse hand again.

"We've suffered a lot too, so we need to vent. From now on, we're going to take turns with you until you die. They say an apprentice witch can't become a witch once her hole is broken, right? Your master will be so sad. If such a pretty apprentice witch becomes discarded goods after being gangbanged, unable to even become a witch."

Take turns.

Her hole broken.

Gangbanged.

They were vulgar expressions Diana didn't know.

But instinctively, Diana could understand what he meant.

They were trying to rape her now.

"N-no...!"

"I'm fine with it. Hey, hold her down."

"Leader going first? The rest of us, gather and draw lots."

"I, I called second!"

Diana was mercilessly thrown onto the mud where straw was piled, her hands and feet instantly pinned.

She tried to struggle belatedly, but the difference in strength between a man tempered by manual labor and an apprentice witch who could no longer wield magic power was stark.

"Not giving orders?"

"Our leader knows what's up. This feels more like rape."

"Oh."

Her arms were lifted and pinned above her, her legs easily grabbed as well.

"St-stop...! Don't...! Stop it...!"

Diana's desperate screams were heard, but no one paid attention.

After all, this was a secluded warehouse where no one set foot except for these ten men.

Even if her screams luckily leaked outside the warehouse, they would surely be drowned out by the noise from the loading dock.

"We'll keep your clothes on until we've had a round. Too much of a waste to just strip you."

"Mmph...! Ugh...! Ugh...!"

As Jack knelt between Diana's spread legs and tried to tear the hem of her dress...

Thud!

A sound that made everyone's hearts drop was heard.

The sound of the slate warehouse door opening.

Jack instantly covered Diana's mouth and shot a wide-eyed glare at one of the ten men.

"Idiot, didn't you lock the door?"

"N-no! Leader! I definitely locked it properly! With that huge padlock!"

"Then how did someone get in, you fucking idiot."

Jack glared at his flustered, pathetic subordinate.

Through the confusion and disorder that had settled over the shabby warehouse, someone walked in.

"What are you all doing?"

A sturdy-built man wearing an eye patch.

Suppressing a coldly surging rage, he asked.