The Witch Yeti (8)

The Great Oni

Volume (1) Benoni Chapter (14)

**Yati had already given birth on their side.**

The child was a boy, plump and healthy.

Yati gazed at the chubby little one with a distant, unfocused expression.

*"With the monk's favor, he looks just like him,"* Yati sighed wearily.

She no longer knew what to do next.

The system had forcibly demanded that she raise the child until at least the age of ten.

But after that—what then?

She couldn't think anymore.

*"Dear, have you thought of a name for the baby yet?"* An old grandmother, looking fondly at the squirming little one, asked gently.

*"Hmph, not yet,"* Yati shook her head.

*"You had nine whole months to think, and you still haven't decided?"* The old woman sounded astonished.

Yati forced a faint, indifferent smile and fell silent.

*"Well, I suppose your man must have a name in mind,"* the old woman said without judgment, smiling.

*"Probably,"* Yati muttered vaguely, her eyes wandering to where Arthur stood.

But she didn't know for sure.

After all, the child wasn't Arthur's.

As evening fell, the doctor and the kind-hearted old grandmother left.

Before long, Arthur arrived with his army in tow, and the monk was also brought in.

*"Yati, are you alright?"* Arthur asked first.

*"Mhm, I'm fine. But… never mind,"* Yati nodded slightly in response.

She wanted to ask how the army had come under Arthur's command, but since it wasn't her business, she held back.

However, when she saw the monk—bound, trembling, and looking at her in terror—Yati smiled.

Then she turned to Arthur.

*"Arthur, bring me an iron bucket, a torch, and about three live rats."*

Arthur's expression flickered briefly as he studied her, wondering what she intended.

But he merely nodded to General Sandar, who barked orders.

Soon, several soldiers returned with the three items Yati had requested.

It was still evening, the sky not yet fully dark.

Arthur couldn't fathom why Yati wanted a torch.

*"Tie him to the post so he can't move,"* Yati requested the soldiers' help.

The soldiers complied immediately.

Before long, the monk was bound tightly to the post, trembling in fear, too terrified to even make a sound.

*"Arthur, hold him up,"* Yati handed the baby to Arthur.

General Sandar's eyes gleamed.

*'Is this the lord's child?'* he wondered silently.

Yati walked up to the monk, who didn't even dare meet her gaze.

With a swift motion, she dropped the three rats into the iron bucket.

Then she tied the bucket to the post, pressing it against the monk's stomach.

*"Witch… witch! What are you doing?!"* the monk cried out in panic.

Yati said nothing. Instead, she took the torch and began heating the iron bucket.

*"You dog of a monk. Didn't I tell you you'd die a horrible death?"* Yati's face twisted into a vicious snarl.

*"What are you— AHHH!"*

The monk's scream tore through the air.

*"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"*

The rats, desperate to escape the scorching metal, began clawing and biting through the monk's stomach.

*"AHH! IT HURTS! AHHH!"*

The monk's agonized shrieks filled the space.

Arthur, General Sandar, and the soldiers all inhaled sharply.

None had expected a woman to be so ruthlessly cold-blooded.

*"AAHH! YOU WITCH! YOU'LL DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH TOO!"* the monk howled before cursing Yati with his last breath.

The pain of being clawed at by desperate, trapped rats was unimaginable.

Three hours later, the monk finally died in agony.

*"I shouldn't have provoked that woman,"* were his last thoughts before death.

Night had fully fallen by then.

After exacting her revenge, Yati felt lighter, as if a weight had been lifted.

She took the baby back from Arthur and went inside.

Arthur cleared his throat.

*"Feed the corpse to the dogs,"* he ordered before following her in.

Inside, Yati sat by the window, cradling her child.

Arthur sat beside her, and after a long silence, he finally asked:

*"Have you named the child yet?"*

Yati shook her head.

*"No. And I don't plan to."*

Arthur frowned.

*"He needs a name. How else will you call him?"*

*"Dunno,"* Yati snorted.

*"Should I name him?"* Arthur grinned.

*"Whatever."*

*"Then from today, his name will be Yaning,"* Arthur said, gently patting the baby's chubby cheek.

*"A mix of both our names,"* Yati murmured, dazed.

Arthur chuckled and added,

*"This child doesn't have a father, right? Let me be his."*

Yati shot him a sidelong glance.

*"Fine, do what you want. I don't care,"* she huffed.

Arthur smiled at her.

Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed her.

Caught off guard, Yati froze, unable to react.

*"You—!"* She pointed at him, speechless.

Arthur only grinned before setting the baby down in another bed.

Then he returned to Yati and kissed her again.

*"W-Wait—"*

Yati struggled, but Arthur pinned both her wrists with one hand.

*"Yati, I love you."*

He kissed her once more.

This time, Yati couldn't break free.

By the time she regained her senses, Arthur had already begun undressing her.

*"Wait… Arthur!"*

*"Why? Don't you love me?"*

Yati had no retort.

*"Yati, you're too alluring,"* Arthur murmured against her neck.

*"No—"*

But Arthur gave her no chance to speak.

He captured her lips again—those soft, rose-red lips untouched by any artifice, given naturally by the heavens.

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