Chapter 166 – 166. Witches’ Feast (2)
“My queen, I will set out at any time if you will only give me her command.”
Isabella bowed her head to Beatrice, but the other witches’ reactions to her were boring.
Eve was trimming her nails without responding, and Alice was poking and prodding whether the sheep heads of the maids created with Beatrice’s power were really sheep’s heads.
“Isabella, my eldest sister, don’t you know that your loyalty is felt, but not determined that way?”
“Yes, I know.”
“Let’s eat first. The time is set for exactly 30 minutes.”
As soon as Beatrice finished speaking, the sheep-headed maids brought out today’s food one by one.
First, the welcome drink, apple cider-flavored carbonated water, was poured into a long, thin glass, and bubbles rose.
A pungent scent and a soft sensation on the throat. Alice narrowed her eyes at the slightly bitter taste.
“You’re like a brat.”
Isabella sneered at Alice. Despite her loyalty to Beatrice, she was always overbearing and aggressive towards others.
The incident occurred while eating the second course, grilled scallops topped with balsamic caviar.
The grilled scallops in front of Isabella were so tough, and the caviar was so mushy that all the sauce inside came out before she could put it in her mouth.
When I added a new layer of balsamic caviar, it was so hard that as soon as I touched it with a fork, the sauce gushed out, leaving a small mark on Isabella’s dark red dress.
“This… “You damn goat bitch!!”
Isabella, whose anger rose to the top of her head, plunged her fork into the eyeball of her two-headed maid.
The maid fell down, crying out loud and writhing on the floor, clutching her injured part.
Isabella took out her wand from her inner thigh and pointed it at her maid. It was a wooden stick that looked like it had been dipped in chocolate and taken out.
‘Blah blah blah-‘
The end of the wand seemed to reflect a sheep’s eye, and the maid turned the fork into her eye and turned it into chocolate. A sweet scent wafted through the banquet hall.
The other sheep-headed maids around me said, “Mee, mee,” And didn’t know what to do.
“Phew.”
For the first time, Eve reacted. Isabella, seeing this, became even more indignant and shouted.
“You bitch, are you laughing? Is this funny?!”
Eve looked straight into Isabella’s indignant brown eyes and unzipped her hood to her chest.
As expected, Eve was a beauty with dazzling white skin. Except for the large scar running from her neck to her mouth.
Eve took out her own wand from her pocket and held it to her neck. A murky voice filled with noise came from the tip of the wand.
[Still, the temper is dirty, ‘Second’.]
“Don’t you close your mouth?! “You dumb bitch.”
[Honestly, you were happy when Ruby was killed by that hero, right? Even so, he would have been able to secure the ‘first’ position.]
“You say it again.”
The atmosphere suddenly became cold at the last words Eve spoke.
As the atmosphere subsided, it seemed as if the quiet anger in Isabella’s eyes would overtake Eve at any moment.
Isabella’s staff was aimed at Eve, and Eve’s staff continued to be aimed at her neck.
Instead, when Eve opened her mouth, an energy the same color as her wand was visible condensing inside her throat. If she ‘said’ anything, she would immediately fire at Isabella.
“Until there.”
What summed up the immediate situation was a word from Beatrice, who was eating quietly at the head table.
“It’s meal time with your precious family, right? Let’s not make a fuss. “There are 15 minutes left to eat.”
Isabella and Eve put their wands back and focused on eating again.
“Eve, don’t ever mention that traitor’s name in her mouth again. Ruby Atta, that slut who was crazy about men and abandoned her family… !”
Beatrice spoke, rarely raising her voice.
Beatrice was visibly upset whenever she felt the absence of Ruby Atta, the flame witch who was originally the eldest of the ‘four sisters’ but abandoned her family after being possessed by the suddenly appearing hero Joshua.
But when she felt her death, it was Beatrice who grieved more than anyone else.
Eve fully understood her feelings.
“Hmm.”
“And Isabella. Even though decades have passed, it still remains strong. “She would have told me to call her sister.”
“I understand, my Queen…” No, uh, un… You…”
“Good job.”
Beatrice gestured, and her marks on Isabella’s dress disappeared. With her power, the stains of her reality were sent into the dream space.
Meanwhile, Eve chuckled again as she looked at Isabella, who blushed and reluctantly called her sister. Isabella never missed that ridicule.
But she couldn’t take out her wand again.
I had no choice but to let her anger out for a long time.
It was a peaceful meal time. Beatrice did not take her eyes off her sisters as she cut her main dish, her cow’s sirloin steak.
They are precious sisters. Even the bickering team came like this for their own sake. We will be together forever, forever.
Yes, because this is the ‘real’ family she created.
Whether you are a traitorous bitch or a verminous warrior, be thrown in hell somewhere.
Meal time with this family was the most precious thing to her.
Preserving this daily life forever,
That was the ‘dream’ that the Witch King Beatrice had.
We will not forgive anyone who interferes with this.
In particular, Beatrice pledged that she would never leave the vermin-like warriors that cling to this world alone.
And the last menu item was fortune cookies.
The witches bit into the fortune cookies and checked the text on the inside.
First, Beatrice,
[With your own hands you will destroy what you cherish most.]
Beatrice glanced at her Eve. She never told Beatrice what the full story was about this absurd prophecy she had received before.
[Always keep a close eye on your feet.]
It was the phrase written on Isabella’s fortune cookie.
Footing? Just in case, Isabella bent down and checked under the table.
At the bottom of her table her Eve was holding her middle finger towards her.
Ignoring her indignant Isabella, Eve checked her fortune cookies.
[Even if you want to avoid it, you can never avoid it, so just comply.]
Eve folded the paper into her folds and threw it into her sheep-headed maid’s mouth.
And,
‘Misreading.’
Lastly, the moment Alice bites into her fortune cookie,
“Huh?”
‘Saaaaa-‘
Light flowed from inside and enveloped Alice.
Embarrassed, Alice grabbed the dishes around her and shouted, but she could not use her power to cancel the magic that had already been cast.
“Queen, wait a minute, I haven’t even packed my bags yet-!!!”
The dazzling light that had bloomed disappeared with a flash, and Alice disappeared from the dinner room.
“It was Alice.”
“It was Alice. Because that child has to see ‘only good things.'”
“Hmm.”
As soon as Alice disappeared, the place that used to be a luxurious banquet room returned to a shabby stone room.
The time limit of 30 minutes had passed.
The dinner room we were in just now was a temporary projection of her dream space into reality through Beatrice’s power.
By replacing things in reality with things in a dream, those affected by Beatrice’s magic accept it as if it were real.
So, the luxurious course meals that witches have been eating so far are actually-
‘Crackling, crackling, chippy pew pew pew pew-♥’
‘Chuvut Chubbubut, Chupyut-♥♥’
Hehe, don’t squeeze me anymore, please save me!!!♥♥♥”
“I, I, am a hero, but it’s not a breast swaddle- huh, it’s coming again♥♥”
“No, don’t do anything that feels so good, I don’t want to cum anymore, cum spunk, cum! “I want to go home, please send me back!!”
Even if it was a mushy magic extract made by dozens of male and female warriors trapped within the wall.
All the warriors were captured inside the walls of the stone chamber, which were covered with thorny vines.
It is a collection of warriors that Beatrice has captured and collected over hundreds of years.
Most people used their unique abilities to ‘serve’ the Witch’s Island, or, like today, directly squeezed their magic power and used it as a resource to be used wherever they wanted.
I was saying with my mouth, “I don’t want to climax, I don’t want to ejaculate,” But everyone in the room knew that.
They don’t want to get out of here more than anyone else.
Even if they were let go, they would voluntarily return here and become prey for pleasure.
It was the same when Beatrice had sex through dreams, but it was probably even more so after the introduction of the tentacle sex method, which enhanced the level of pleasure.
“I’m sorry, warriors. But we haven’t finished eating yet.”
When Beatrice snapped her fingers, the tentacles in the wall creaked and further entangled the warriors.
“Higiikeik!!!!♥♥♥”
‘Jik-♥’
At the same time, cum, fuck juice, and breast milk spurted out from inside the wall and fell into the dishes hanging from the thorn vines.
Then, those thorny vines stretched out onto the shabby table where they were sitting and poured a magical juice that smelled like cum.
The witches’ meal ended with Isabella picking up a lump of semen on her healthy brown cheek and sucking it off.
Isabella said, pointing to the tentacles and warriors on the wall.
“Queen, shouldn’t we teach Alice this soon?”
“No, not that kid. Alice must always be pure and let only her good things enter her eyes and ears.”
For some reason, Beatrice didn’t seem to want to tell Alice in any way how she judged the heroes.
Perhaps it was because she was still immature and young, but it seemed like she wanted to raise her too much as her own baby.
Well, anyone would be shocked to see the numerous warriors captured by the wall and the bundle of thick tentacles detaining them filling the wall.
Beatrice thought.
I will have to decide which powers to grant to Alice depending on how well I can obtain the image of the tentacle.
‘So, you can do it, right? Alice. ‘My sister is always cheering me on.’
I just hoped that she would complete her mission safely.
Some time later, Alice enters the dream world created by Beatrice.
It is such an unfamiliar landscape. No place in the world she studied had this type of architecture or clothing.
There are rectangular-shaped houses growing densely around the area,
A skirt that flutters like this and stockings that have to be pulled up to the thighs.
From what I heard from people around me, I think it was something called ‘school uniform.’
In the bag, a writing utensil and a carefully packed lunch box of the day,
The doll attached to the zipper flutters and shakes.
Anyway, Alice was on the verge of losing her mind. It wasn’t specifically because of the clothing or architectural style.
No, it was my turn to run with my legs rather than my mind.
“Heeeeek!!! “Go away!!!”
I ran without looking back. I can’t even look ahead.
Just run, that’s it.
“Ha, ha… I guess I’ve been left out now… ?”
I narrowed my eyes and glanced behind her.
It shouldn’t have happened.
‘Squishy, muddy, muddy food!’
“Ugh!”
She caught her breath again and started running.
“Queen, why did you drop me in a place like this!!! “I’m not some kind of sprinting witch!!!!”
‘It’ was flying back and forth between buildings, stretching out its black and ugly parts.
‘It’ jumped and landed exactly in front of Alice.
It is so huge that if you stretch out your body, it can envelop a house.
However, it was flexible, and its shape and texture could be changed at will.
“Ah haha-!!! Senior, let’s go together!!!”
“Ah… Ugh…, Sibaal…”
In this dream, the world created by the Witch King, Alice looked in despair at the tentacle monster who had become her ‘protégé’.
