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A Party of Warriors Raped by Hypnosis 195

A Party of Warriors Raped by Hypnosis 195

Chapter 195 – Chapter 195. A Series of Unexpected Encounters (4)

Witch.

An existence that has awakened the power that transcends humans by making a contract with a powerful demon tribe.

My ability to control the mind came from that, but I had hardly ever seen what kind of power my mother, who gave me that power, wielded.

A person who was just hiding in a rural village and helping the villagers.

Those who were satisfied with such simplicity were all the witches I knew.

-Sureuk, sureuk.

But looking at the scene unfolding in front of me at this moment, I could understand why the crowd called them ‘witch’.

On this plateau where it is difficult to grow even a single blade of grass, plants of that size grow and emerge from the buds.

If it’s not a witchcraft more grotesque than magic, then what is it?

“Really, witch?”

When more than 10 such witches suddenly appeared on the scene, Katarina, who also had an action table behind her, bowed her head next to me.

“Yes, as you instructed… We heard the information we wanted to solve and contacted us. The fact that they were able to pinpoint their location on this plain was thanks to the girls learning how to track the power of witches.”

Yes, the newly formed Witches’ Association was rumored to be an organization formed by gathering victims of witch hunts.

So, maybe my existence would be of some help in guiding them, so I secretly released it to the city in the form of an unreliable rumor. It was unexpected that he would bite the bait so quickly.

Should I like it because the story progressed quickly thanks to that, or should I be wary of the girls having plans.

“You are Dave.”

In any case, before I even reached my destination, those identified as witches openly appeared in front of me.

Among them, the representative passed by Katarina and immediately started greeting me face to face.

A woman with an aura of mystery concealing her own identity with her mask and hat, along with her furry coat.

“Nice to see you. My name is Margaret… As the leader of the Witches’ Association, she is entrusted with the task of remembering the witches who were sacrificed to the Order.”

“… Remember witches?”

“Yes, according to Katarina-san, I heard that you are the child of a witch…”

Margaret, the head of the Witch Council, who briefly fixes her own mask after talking to her until she gets there.

Then, as if she was nervous, she exhaled deeply, and soon began to open her eyes through her mask.

And the question that came out of her mouth is something I can never overlook.

“By any chance, is your mother’s name Miriam?”

“!?”

The moment when my breath hardened without even realizing it.

The opponent did not miss that response.

“..Looks like you’ve come to the right place.”

“How did you know that?”

“As I said before, it is because my business is to commemorate the witches who were sacrificed in the church. Among them, there is also one that relieves the lingering feelings of those who gave birth to children with the body of a witch.”

In remembrance of those who were sacrificed by the church…

Yes, my mother was a victim of a witch hunt.

If he even knew her mother’s name, there would be no possibility that what Lee said was a lie.

More than anything, it could be said that these girls, whose existence was vaguely revealed through rumors, were taking such a risk just by appearing here.

“So, I would like to have a long talk about this with you, the target…”

Immediately after continuing her words to her place, she felt her gaze staring at this place, and she quietly turned her head from her seat and looked around.

The scene where the witches invaded following the action squad. While the party members and orcs, who couldn’t bear to overlook it, watched with bated breath, the heads of the two powers began to stare at each other quietly.

“Witch, is it?”

“It’s been a while, Warchief Varmash.”

I could tell just by that greeting.

That the two of them are already in an old relationship.

“I was indebted to you in many ways while roaming this plain before. Are the seedlings we gave you growing well?”

“Yes, they are being raised well. Thanks to that, it was possible to supply food without focusing on hunting, and the food situation of the tribe was able to afford to some extent. Did you find the hiding place well?”

“I was able to settle down safely. I became a fugitive again because the location was discovered by a key officer in the Demon King’s Army.”

“If you help me, I can let you stay in the tribe for a while. Whatever it was, we helped each other.”

Even though I may not be able to become a perfect ally, I don’t want to be hostile even for that virtue.

Even though he felt that way, the hand holding the ax still showed no sign of losing strength.

“… In return for such kindness, let me warn you just once.”

A gaze directed beyond the crowd.

The moment that angry gaze turned to Celica, who watched her situation with bated breath.

“Get out of the way. If not, I’ll consider you as protecting the Galbo-nyeon behind him.”

“… Galbo year?”

“I meant the white-haired girl over there.”

Even though the chiefs value each other’s virtues, their patience is only fleeting.

It seemed that she had so much resentment towards Galbo, but Margaret, who looked back at Celica, had a quiet atmosphere that contrasted with him.

“Oh, I see. That you were told by Mr. Katanira…”

Despite the fact that I had grasped the situation through the information I had heard in advance.

It seems that Barmash is trying to approach this situation from a completely different point of view.

“… I guess I can figure it out.”

Did she understand all of Celica’s condition just by looking at her? Then she said, clutching the brim of her hat, looking back at Bar Marsh in silence.

“Barmash, please put away your weapon.”

“… Are you saying that because you don’t know the circumstances of our tribe?”

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I can guess. The Dream Queen has done great harm to your tribe, and you have read the power she possesses, which you feel in her through her natural senses?”

“Yes, the woman behind him is a Galboyian disguised. You must have noticed that too, right?”

“Yes, that the story is only half true.”

Barmash’s body flinched and trembled.

As he stood still as if he was ready to rush at him, Margaret quietly turned to Celica and began to explain her condition.

Everyone here, including me, has no choice but to listen with tension…

“Perhaps the Dream Horse Queen was trying to control her mind and manipulate her to her own will. And also in the form of herself encroaching on that consciousness.”

In fact, the results of the examination conducted against the only being who could stand against the demon lord.

“… Are you engulfing your consciousness? What do you mean?”

“It was an attempt to take away the body. As a result, it seems that her spirit ate the dream queen in reverse, but…”

“Are you eaten? Is that calvary in her mind?”

Barmash looked back at Celica with a shocked face.

It seemed as if she had been told as much as she could not believe it, but Margaret nevertheless calmly told her what she had grasped without wavering from her.

“It doesn’t make much sense. I’ve only heard about it, but she’s the only one in this world who was born with the power to stand up to the demon lord.”

An existence that can stand against the Demon King.

Anyone who doesn’t know what that means won’t be here. Not only the party, but also Celica, who is ostensibly in a state of losing her memories.

“… Yes, now that the situation has come to this, I can’t hide it any longer.”

“Verdia sister…”

Immediately after, Celica’s gaze turned to Verdia, and compassion began to be drawn on Verdia’s face.

“I wanted to hide it, at least until I got my memories back, but I can’t help but convince them.”

Her lost memory is the fact that she is a warrior herself.

As it turned out, it would not be an exaggeration to say that this journey was elevated not to restore herself who had lost her memories, but to one that determined her world’s existence.

Superficially anyway.

“…”

Yes, I was the only one who knew the meaning of the lowered head at this moment.

The only thing keeping the time with the party is until you meet Mana. She thought it would be until the whole truth was revealed, but because the story turned out well, the moment when the simple happiness she dreamed of ended was ahead.

“Warchief Barmash. From the point of view of us witches, this party is also something we must face for the future.”

But even if we don’t want to, time passes, and we’re not the only ones involved in this situation.

The head of the witches also came here because he had a goal.

“You, Barmash, don’t you want to punish innocent people, do you? In fact, you said that the reason you joined the Demon King’s Army was because the hero had business…”

At her earnest persuasion, Barmash kept her mouth shut and quietly began to look around where Celica was.

Even though the Galvo-year-old’s strength still felt in her, she couldn’t bear to ignore Margaret’s words.

“… Is it true that the Calvary is dead?”

“At least as far as I can confirm, the mind has completely died. All that remains of her is the mighty power she possessed.”

“Any guarantees that the power won’t cause trouble?”

“It takes time to figure that out. If possible, I would also like to remove her dream magic power from her…Could you please provide a place?”

“… Whoa.”

Barmash exhales deeply.

It seemed that there were still parts of it that were unclear, but the hand holding the axe was gradually losing strength.

“… Everyone follow me.”

What was spit out at the end was to teach that this situation had been sorted out.

It cannot be said that the conflict is completely over yet, but the moment the opportunity is presented.

Afterwards, Margaret, who had been watching Bar Marsh leave her seat, quietly looked back at me and gestured to her.

“Then let’s follow.”

“… You seem to trust Barmash.”

“He is intelligent and upright. It’s just a pity that we can’t be together because the ideal is so high.”

That’s what I figured out at the first meeting too.

Even if Celica hadn’t been swayed by Galvo, she probably considered that the story would work out after that and build a pure friendly relationship.

“Did you approach us to be with us?”

And is that so?

That just in case thought went wrong for an unexpected reason, and even the person in front of me felt wary.

“It will depend on what we do from now on.”

In response to this question, Margaret assumed a distanced attitude, and she led her party and began to follow Bar Marsh.

“Then let’s go. Lord.”

“… Okay. You did a great job guiding them this far.”

Afterwards, the action team including Katarina quietly gathers by my side, and the moment I prepare to be with them.

Verdia, who was watching the whole situation from the back, relaxed and began to embrace the fallen Heira in her arms.

“I don’t know, but I think it would be best to follow him first.”

“… Yes, it should.”

Celica also seems to want to adapt to the situation.

It seemed like everyone in the party was going to follow Barmash, but there was the only one who stood still and stared at a certain place.

“That woman…”

Ymir.

The moment her gaze turned to the head of the Witch Society, who was advancing ahead.

The eyes that were opened up even seemed to be trying to judge the opponent.

As if we care about something we haven’t seen…

Could it be that witches are different from others in the eyes of the archmage?

“That woman, you can see her breasts even from behind. When you have children, they will love you.”

… Whew.

So this guy is

A Party of Warriors Raped by Hypnosis 195

A Party of Warriors Raped by Hypnosis 195

Chapter 195 - Chapter 195. A Series of Unexpected Encounters (4)



Witch.

An existence that has awakened the power that transcends humans by making a contract with a powerful demon tribe.

My ability to control the mind came from that, but I had hardly ever seen what kind of power my mother, who gave me that power, wielded.

A person who was just hiding in a rural village and helping the villagers.

Those who were satisfied with such simplicity were all the witches I knew.

-Sureuk, sureuk.

But looking at the scene unfolding in front of me at this moment, I could understand why the crowd called them 'witch'.

On this plateau where it is difficult to grow even a single blade of grass, plants of that size grow and emerge from the buds.

If it's not a witchcraft more grotesque than magic, then what is it?

"Really, witch?"

When more than 10 such witches suddenly appeared on the scene, Katarina, who also had an action table behind her, bowed her head next to me.

"Yes, as you instructed... We heard the information we wanted to solve and contacted us. The fact that they were able to pinpoint their location on this plain was thanks to the girls learning how to track the power of witches."

Yes, the newly formed Witches' Association was rumored to be an organization formed by gathering victims of witch hunts.

So, maybe my existence would be of some help in guiding them, so I secretly released it to the city in the form of an unreliable rumor. It was unexpected that he would bite the bait so quickly.

Should I like it because the story progressed quickly thanks to that, or should I be wary of the girls having plans.

"You are Dave."

In any case, before I even reached my destination, those identified as witches openly appeared in front of me.

Among them, the representative passed by Katarina and immediately started greeting me face to face.

A woman with an aura of mystery concealing her own identity with her mask and hat, along with her furry coat.







"Nice to see you. My name is Margaret... As the leader of the Witches' Association, she is entrusted with the task of remembering the witches who were sacrificed to the Order."

"... Remember witches?"

"Yes, according to Katarina-san, I heard that you are the child of a witch..."

Margaret, the head of the Witch Council, who briefly fixes her own mask after talking to her until she gets there.

Then, as if she was nervous, she exhaled deeply, and soon began to open her eyes through her mask.

And the question that came out of her mouth is something I can never overlook.

"By any chance, is your mother's name Miriam?"

"!?"

The moment when my breath hardened without even realizing it.

The opponent did not miss that response.

"..Looks like you've come to the right place."

"How did you know that?"

“As I said before, it is because my business is to commemorate the witches who were sacrificed in the church. Among them, there is also one that relieves the lingering feelings of those who gave birth to children with the body of a witch.”

In remembrance of those who were sacrificed by the church...

Yes, my mother was a victim of a witch hunt.

If he even knew her mother's name, there would be no possibility that what Lee said was a lie.

More than anything, it could be said that these girls, whose existence was vaguely revealed through rumors, were taking such a risk just by appearing here.

"So, I would like to have a long talk about this with you, the target..."

Immediately after continuing her words to her place, she felt her gaze staring at this place, and she quietly turned her head from her seat and looked around.

The scene where the witches invaded following the action squad. While the party members and orcs, who couldn't bear to overlook it, watched with bated breath, the heads of the two powers began to stare at each other quietly.

"Witch, is it?"

"It's been a while, Warchief Varmash."

I could tell just by that greeting.

That the two of them are already in an old relationship.

"I was indebted to you in many ways while roaming this plain before. Are the seedlings we gave you growing well?"

"Yes, they are being raised well. Thanks to that, it was possible to supply food without focusing on hunting, and the food situation of the tribe was able to afford to some extent. Did you find the hiding place well?"

"I was able to settle down safely. I became a fugitive again because the location was discovered by a key officer in the Demon King's Army."

"If you help me, I can let you stay in the tribe for a while. Whatever it was, we helped each other."

Even though I may not be able to become a perfect ally, I don't want to be hostile even for that virtue.

Even though he felt that way, the hand holding the ax still showed no sign of losing strength.

"... In return for such kindness, let me warn you just once."

A gaze directed beyond the crowd.

The moment that angry gaze turned to Celica, who watched her situation with bated breath.

"Get out of the way. If not, I'll consider you as protecting the Galbo-nyeon behind him."

"... Galbo year?"

"I meant the white-haired girl over there."

Even though the chiefs value each other's virtues, their patience is only fleeting.

It seemed that she had so much resentment towards Galbo, but Margaret, who looked back at Celica, had a quiet atmosphere that contrasted with him.

"Oh, I see. That you were told by Mr. Katanira..."

Despite the fact that I had grasped the situation through the information I had heard in advance.

It seems that Barmash is trying to approach this situation from a completely different point of view.

"... I guess I can figure it out."

Did she understand all of Celica's condition just by looking at her? Then she said, clutching the brim of her hat, looking back at Bar Marsh in silence.

"Barmash, please put away your weapon."

"... Are you saying that because you don't know the circumstances of our tribe?"

"I don't know what's going on, but I can guess. The Dream Queen has done great harm to your tribe, and you have read the power she possesses, which you feel in her through her natural senses?"

"Yes, the woman behind him is a Galboyian disguised. You must have noticed that too, right?"

“Yes, that the story is only half true.”

Barmash's body flinched and trembled.

As he stood still as if he was ready to rush at him, Margaret quietly turned to Celica and began to explain her condition.

Everyone here, including me, has no choice but to listen with tension...

"Perhaps the Dream Horse Queen was trying to control her mind and manipulate her to her own will. And also in the form of herself encroaching on that consciousness."

In fact, the results of the examination conducted against the only being who could stand against the demon lord.

"... Are you engulfing your consciousness? What do you mean?"

"It was an attempt to take away the body. As a result, it seems that her spirit ate the dream queen in reverse, but..."

"Are you eaten? Is that calvary in her mind?"

Barmash looked back at Celica with a shocked face.

It seemed as if she had been told as much as she could not believe it, but Margaret nevertheless calmly told her what she had grasped without wavering from her.

"It doesn't make much sense. I've only heard about it, but she's the only one in this world who was born with the power to stand up to the demon lord."

An existence that can stand against the Demon King.

Anyone who doesn't know what that means won't be here. Not only the party, but also Celica, who is ostensibly in a state of losing her memories.

"... Yes, now that the situation has come to this, I can't hide it any longer."

"Verdia sister..."

Immediately after, Celica's gaze turned to Verdia, and compassion began to be drawn on Verdia's face.

"I wanted to hide it, at least until I got my memories back, but I can't help but convince them."

Her lost memory is the fact that she is a warrior herself.

As it turned out, it would not be an exaggeration to say that this journey was elevated not to restore herself who had lost her memories, but to one that determined her world's existence.

Superficially anyway.

"..."

Yes, I was the only one who knew the meaning of the lowered head at this moment.

The only thing keeping the time with the party is until you meet Mana. She thought it would be until the whole truth was revealed, but because the story turned out well, the moment when the simple happiness she dreamed of ended was ahead.

"Warchief Barmash. From the point of view of us witches, this party is also something we must face for the future."

But even if we don't want to, time passes, and we're not the only ones involved in this situation.

The head of the witches also came here because he had a goal.

"You, Barmash, don't you want to punish innocent people, do you? In fact, you said that the reason you joined the Demon King's Army was because the hero had business..."

At her earnest persuasion, Barmash kept her mouth shut and quietly began to look around where Celica was.

Even though the Galvo-year-old's strength still felt in her, she couldn't bear to ignore Margaret's words.

"... Is it true that the Calvary is dead?"

"At least as far as I can confirm, the mind has completely died. All that remains of her is the mighty power she possessed."

"Any guarantees that the power won't cause trouble?"

“It takes time to figure that out. If possible, I would also like to remove her dream magic power from her...Could you please provide a place?”

"... Whoa."

Barmash exhales deeply.

It seemed that there were still parts of it that were unclear, but the hand holding the axe was gradually losing strength.

"... Everyone follow me."

What was spit out at the end was to teach that this situation had been sorted out.

It cannot be said that the conflict is completely over yet, but the moment the opportunity is presented.

Afterwards, Margaret, who had been watching Bar Marsh leave her seat, quietly looked back at me and gestured to her.

"Then let's follow."

"... You seem to trust Barmash."

"He is intelligent and upright. It's just a pity that we can't be together because the ideal is so high."

That's what I figured out at the first meeting too.

Even if Celica hadn't been swayed by Galvo, she probably considered that the story would work out after that and build a pure friendly relationship.

"Did you approach us to be with us?"

And is that so?

That just in case thought went wrong for an unexpected reason, and even the person in front of me felt wary.

"It will depend on what we do from now on."

In response to this question, Margaret assumed a distanced attitude, and she led her party and began to follow Bar Marsh.

"Then let's go. Lord."

"... Okay. You did a great job guiding them this far."

Afterwards, the action team including Katarina quietly gathers by my side, and the moment I prepare to be with them.

Verdia, who was watching the whole situation from the back, relaxed and began to embrace the fallen Heira in her arms.

"I don't know, but I think it would be best to follow him first."

"... Yes, it should."

Celica also seems to want to adapt to the situation.

It seemed like everyone in the party was going to follow Barmash, but there was the only one who stood still and stared at a certain place.

"That woman..."

Ymir.

The moment her gaze turned to the head of the Witch Society, who was advancing ahead.

The eyes that were opened up even seemed to be trying to judge the opponent.

As if we care about something we haven't seen...

Could it be that witches are different from others in the eyes of the archmage?

"That woman, you can see her breasts even from behind. When you have children, they will love you."

... Whew.

So this guy is


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