Jason looked at Jennifer in shock, as she continued to lick the blood from her lips.
Have a son with my blood?
Beat him three times a day?
Even when she had died in front of him for the first time, Jason hadn't been as surprised as he was now.
Jason wouldn't doubt Jennifer's words.
Although she was mentally ill, Jason believed that with her capabilities, it shouldn't be too difficult for her to "do" such a thing.
Noticing Jason's astonished gaze, Jennifer, with a face full of resentment, suddenly revealed a smile full of maternal brilliance. While caressing her flat stomach, she lowered her head and said, "Baby, if daddy doesn't come, you'll be born, but if daddy comes, you have to wait a little longer, okay?"
Jennifer chose a new personality again.
It must be that of a mother.
Hearing Jennifer's words, Jason felt a tingling in his scalp and was about to say something.
But at that moment, Jennifer looked up.
She gazed at Jason tenderly, but the words that followed sent a chill up the spine of the troubled Jason.
"I suddenly hope you come later."
Then, she suddenly clutched her stomach.
"Oh, baby, why are you kicking mommy?"
Jennifer, annoyed yet doting, kept caressing her belly.
Then, her originally flat belly suddenly swelled a bit at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Jason, who was always expressionless, changed color dramatically.
His voice almost squeezed through his clenched teeth.
"Where's your 'hometown'?"
"You know, I'm having some memory issues."
"They're slowly recovering, but some key points still haven't emerged."
Jennifer shook her head with a troubled expression.
As this troubled look came over her, Jennifer's presence changed again. She looked at the distant sunset, her expression filled with an indescribable sorrow.
"The tribe at sunset, the evening glow casts the blood-red Queen."
"The blood of the night, the fire in dreams... Illuminating the shattered city."
In her soft chant, tears appeared in Jennifer's eyes.
When she turned to look at Jason, the tears were just flowing down her cheeks.
"Jason, we both need to be okay."
He felt like he was going insane.
This was the first time that he had 'food' in front of him, yet he was completely unable to focus on it.
He had evaluated Jennifer's danger and trouble more than once, but now, Jason realized that he had been too naive; all his previous assessments had been underestimations!
Jennifer was much more dangerous and troublesome than he had imagined.
At least, he now felt utterly exhausted.
What was more terrifying was that this situation was likely to last for a while.
Jason clenched his teeth, stiffened his neck, and looked straight ahead.
He decided to meet all changes with constancy.
The only consolation was that he could still smell the scent of the Crystal Stone in his nose.
It was something he had never smelled before, despite having eaten so much 'food'.
What would such food taste like?
Jason thought silently.
And with this imagination, he found the time was not so hard to pass.
This whiff of food's scent was like a flower in a den of vipers, a light in the depths of hell, and it sustained Jason until mealtime.
McCaul shouted loudly.
Jason immediately stood up and walked toward the grill.
Yet Jennifer, who had just been insistent on performing a physical check-up on Jason like a nurse, moved even faster than he did.
"Roasted rabbit, lots of cumin and chili."
"Mixed pepper and big meat skewers, half barbecue sauce and half black pepper sauce."
The 'Witch,' standing in front of 'temporary head chef' Brian, said eagerly.
Brian smiled as he plated the food and handed it to the 'Witch.' While doing so, he asked, "Ma'am, would you like anything to drink?"
"Orange juice is fine."
The 'Witch,' receiving her plate, replied.
"Here's your orange juice."
Brian casually placed the orange juice on Jennifer's tray, oblivious to the fact that Tel, who had just arrived at the 'Bastion,' was keeping his distance at this time.
Tel's face was pale, and there was a restrained fear on it.
This member of the 'Clock Tower' stationed at the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' was also trembling slightly.
He wanted to contain it.
But just like the fear on his face.
He couldn't control it.
After all, that was the 'Witch'!
A character in the 'Mystical Side' of the 'Ground' that no one could overlook, no matter what.
Powerful, mysterious, bizarre... all these words were apt for her.
Indeed, during the 'Sabie Alien invasion,' someone joked that they should let the 'Witch' loose to teach those ignorant invaders a lesson in fear.
Of course, that was just a joke.
But it also reflected the 'Ground's' attitude of respectful distance mixed with fear towards the 'Witch.'
Especially after the joker turned into a sheep at the end of the meeting, ate the documents on the table, and made a mess, the fear spread even more.
Because if the 'Witch' could turn you into a sheep by penetrating layers of protection.
Naturally, she could also kill you.
More importantly, no one could predict when the 'Witch' would do such a thing.