Chapter 165 – 165. The Witches’ Feast
A quiet stone room with no one around. The floor was cracked in a square shape, and even the profound magic words engraved on it were obscured by thorny vines growing in all directions.
The thorny vines completely surrounded the entire wall, making it look as if the entire wall was made of thorny vines.
The only thing that can be free here is the flying dust.
However, even this dark and musty space could not hide the beauty of Beatrice, the witch queen, who was squatting on the floor at the center of it, completing the most important task of the day.
The tight dress worn in the warrior’s dream is an object of the dream. It cannot be brought into reality.
The one-piece pajamas that looked like they would tear at the slightest movement, or rather were already torn and frayed pieces of rags. And on top of that, he wore a thin tunic to cover his body. I was dressed in such a disgraceful way that if anyone saw me, they would definitely look down on me or make fun of me, but what could I do? She is alone here.
The outline of a mature body was revealed above those clothes. Although it had a seductive body, the atmosphere was strange and mysterious rather than lewd, perhaps due to the gap between the stone room covered in thorns and the blonde beauty squatting there alone in old pajamas.
In the middle of a dark and lonely stone room, the only sound was the rustling of clothes and the sound of Beatrice carving magic words on the floor.
Today, a warrior died. He gave up all his magic power to the Supreme Witch King and his very existence was extinguished. His magical power will remain in the Witch King’s womb forever and be used for something more valuable than the life he lived.
Meanwhile, Beatrice, the witch king who had just devoured a Hero, was preoccupied with the most important and serious kind of problem in her life.
“Hmm… So, let’s do it like this… [Magic injection].”
Beatrice, who was scratching the floor by breaking a branch of a thorn vine, picked up the branch and threw it away, concentrated her magic on the tip of her finger, and tapped the magic phrase carved on the floor.
Saaaaah, the rectangular inscriptions and phrases intricately engraved on the floor slowly began to absorb light and radiate brilliance.
The light that shot up to the ceiling of the stone room did not form a beam of light but a wall.
From the wall of light, thin tentacles of light crawled out one by one, touching Beatrice’s body here and there.
It feels like dreaming. Beatrice closed her eyes and smiled at the pleasant premonition of his magical but pleasant success.
The tentacles of light touched Beatrice’s head and lower abdomen here and there, and eventually returned to the wall of light.
The wall of light that absorbed the tentacle that touched Beatrice emits an even more brilliant brilliance,
Tsupot! And it went out in an instant.
Where the wall of light had been, a very small, glowing thin film fluttered down in front of her.
There was a small note written on the film.
Today’s lunch: welcome drink, chickpea hummus, grilled scallops with balsamic caviar, cow tongue steak, and fortune cookies for dessert.
“Ha, haha! Finally, finished! The magic of choosing a meal menu!!!”
After checking her notes, Beatrice jumped up from her seat and shouted.
This is the result that she created after contemplating the magic power of her hero for many years.
Since ancient times, deciding on a meal menu is an incredibly difficult and life-threatening task that requires anyone to decide on a middle ground that will satisfy everyone after numerous rounds of reconsideration and opposition.
You don’t have to worry about such profound and arduous work anymore.
With this magic trick, no one will have to waste time choosing what to eat anymore.
It’s not just throwing random food at them. The magic of selecting a meal menu developed by Beatrice is to predict the target’s current state, tastes, past life, and future life, and then help them meet the optimal fate.
In some ways, this had already reached the level of great magic that could even interfere with fate.
There is no better taste and nutrition.
Now that he has learned that his abilities, soul, and life itself have been used for this noble cause, Jack will also be satisfied with the flow of magical power that circulates infinitely within Beatrice’s body.
Beatrice, the witch of dreams, draws magical power from all over the world.
Any woman with an aptitude for magic, regardless of origin or age, is welcome. When she approaches the target through a dream and implants a dark dream in the target, the target whose abilities have bloomed freely spreads its enriched magic power to the world and becomes faithful to its desires.
All the desires that such an object encounters and erupts in life are converted into her magic, and when she sleeps, they return to Beatrice and become her strength.
Thousands of such witches have spread all over the world over hundreds of years, and Zion, where the Witch’s Island is now located, was no exception.
Beatrice feels that the life they live is like a dream she is dreaming.
The Witch King Beatrice lives thousands of lives simultaneously while living one life.
The witches in Zion were nothing special. Beatrice thought about her dreams.
A witch who was kidnapped by a warrior while walking at night and tortured until all blood drained from her body? How pathetic.
A witch who belonged to Zion City Hall but was so faithful to her desires that she became arrogant and became a breeding ground for tentacles? There is nothing more to see.
What kind of pathetic life are you all living?
Zion Ranger Pink had to accept his offer.
She has never turned a warrior into a witch, but with her talent, she could have given him tremendous power.
Beatrice was troubled. According to the prophecy, she had no choice but to wait for the birth of the great devil to be born here in Zion.
What she wants is,
Her dream,
Beatrice took out her wand from within her breasts.
A flash of light erupted from the tip of her staff made of thorn wood, illuminating the stone room where she had once been.
As soon as the light of the wand came on, the stone room suddenly became a bright and luxurious banquet hall.
‘Clap, clank,’
“Mee-“
“Mee-“
Maids with ewe heads and glamorous bodies delivered food in perfect order. When I placed my hand on the bare wall, food was served on luxurious tableware.
Beatrice, who was sitting at the head of her class, waited for her turn with a bright smile. The torn rag-like piece of clothing had suddenly become a dazzling gold dress.
Beatrice was not alone at this dinner party.
There are a total of four chairs placed in front of her.
The witches who were allowed to stay by Beatrice’s side were already seated.
Also known as ‘Four Sisters’. Most of them received their powers directly from Beatrice.
“We, your four sisters, have been commissioned by the Witch King. Please give me orders.”
First, Isabella, the ‘Chocolate Witch’, lifted her skirt and greeted her.
Isabella, with her healthy tanned skin as in her own power, bowed her head before Beatrice on behalf of her sisters, wearing a dress that revealed her tanned skin to her shoulders and upper chest. The bottom of her red and black embellished dress was richly pleated, and as Isabella hiked up her skirt, she revealed her toned brown calves underneath.
As the eldest, she has always been the most trustworthy, most loyal, and powerful witch. Every time she left the island and went around searching for people’s magic, she was always a temptress who brought blood and lust that bordered on disaster.
Beatrice held out her shoes in front of Isabella and Isabella knelt down in front of her.
As he gently kissed her and lifted her head, her eyes were full of adoration and loyalty.
Her second position was vacant. Beatrice frowned slightly and looked away.
“Yes.”
The third, future witch Eve, still had dead eyes. She wore a zip-up hood that she had previously stolen from a warrior so that it covered the bottom of her face. At the bottom of her zip-up hood, she was wearing tight-fitting gym pants that she also stole from the same warrior.
Unlike the bright and curvaceous Beatrice or the glamorous yet sturdy Isabella, she had a relatively slender body, but looking at the pale skin above her face and her long brown eyelashes, the reason she wrapped herself up like that was because she could make anyone hers if she wanted to. It was also seen as evidence.
All the prophecies Beatrice received came from her own mouth. Since this was the first time that Eve had given Beatrice a dangerous prophecy, Beatrice was keeping a close eye on whether Eve might have other thoughts.
“Well, am I doing the same… ?”
And finally Alice. She is a beautiful girl who looks younger than other witches, with short ebony hair and a blue dress. Although she had the innocent face of a child, her body had grown to the point where her breasts, which were moderately full when held in her hand, and the fresh curves of her waist were clearly visible. The fact that she herself had no awareness of this made her body even more lustful.
She was still immature and had not been given any powers by the Witch King, but since she was a ‘sister’ chosen by the Witch King herself, her potential abilities were unknown.
“Welcome, my sisters.”
When everyone was seated, Beatrice spoke up. Everyone already knows why they gathered here.
Tentacles captured while invading Zion.
If it was clearly a low-level monster hiding in a dark and damp place, that entity clearly had an ego.
An entity that has an ego, desires for itself, and has succeeded in increasing its size to the extent of reaching the size of a city.
Currently, there is probably no tentacle in the world that has grown larger than that.
Although the existence of people who ‘raised’ the warriors by supplying them with their magical power has been observed, not all people grow well even if they are raised diligently. It was clearly a unique individual that made it grow this far.
We need to find out why this tentacle developed an ego.
So, Beatrice collected all the tissue that acts as the brain body of tentacles throughout the city and kidnapped them to the Witch’s Island, and learned the trick of using the kidnapped tentacles to extract the magic power of the warriors more efficiently.
If I could understand the tentacle’s image more deeply, I would be able to obtain a level of magical power that was different from what I had experienced directly through dreams.
The body of the tentacle was sealed somewhere else, and the ego of the tentacle was sealed in a dream world created separately by Beatrice, the dream witch.
Now, this was the only place in the world to select people who would come into contact with the image of a tentacle with an ego.
