Chapter 523 – Day 69 – How to Get Information From the Witch Girl
“Eh, you’d better look good to me now! Master Walburga is back! The Age of Witches has begun!”
Watching the witch speak with her expression overflowing with confidence, the princess shrugged her shoulders.
“So, didn’t I ask you earlier? How the hell did that witch named Walburga come into being?”
“Ba, Val Burga-sama, of course! She looks like Val Burga-sama! Ba, isn’t she an idiot? She says she’s your empire’s princess!!”
The princess rubbed her forehead with one hand at the sight of the girl stretching her waist and proudly sticking out her missing breasts.
“If you don’t even know what she looks like, you can’t use her as an informant…”
“Throwing it out of the wagon is a good idea.”
Even Ceres, who was famous for being kind, said to just throw the girl outside, and the witch the princess had caught wasn’t much help.
“Keuk… As Ceres said, even if you put it in the carriage, it’s just a bomb that might explode at any moment, and really, it might be better to handcuff your wrists and throw it outside.”
“Now… Wait! Didn’t you hear what I said?! The age of witches is coming soon! Eh, if you don’t look good to me, the witch, you won’t be able to escape from Master Walburga’s curse!”
“Do you know that I am the imperial princess and say such things?”
The princess opened her eyes small and glanced up and down at the princess who spoke her words her in a puzzled way.
“I don’t know… I don’t know? My sister… She’s been talking about her since before, but her tone is her is n’t nice at all. Only her height and her breasts are huge.”
“Have you never seen my portrait of her?”
“Um… Unfortunately, the perverted princess is a princess, but she’s not a princess. If she’s a child from the outskirts of the empire, there’s a possibility that she’s never really seen the portrait her.”
It was as Hedone said. Since she was the only child of Emperor Jupiter, everyone treated her as the heir, but she did not actually become the crown princess.
“Huh! The white-haired older sister here looks smarter! That’s right! I’ve never seen a portrait of the princess!”
“That…Isn’t that her pride?”
“Uh, is that so…?”
Seeing her girl tilt her head, the princess rubbed her face her with the palm of her hand.
The child in front of her was once beaten by a witch. Her princess her, having fought her once, was able to intuit it without Ceres examining it or Hedonne fumbling her old knowledge her through her head her.
“Anyway, what’s your name?”
“Hey. Why am I teaching you? Unnies who have no intention of serving Walburga… Heh, heh, hehe… Heh…Hehe!”
The princess impatiently grabbed the girl’s side of her with both her hands and began to tickle her.
Thinking that she was a witch, she initially intended to obtain information even through horrific torture, but the girl in front of her was just a pure hardy innocent child.
“Now, wait! Hang,haha…! Hang! Ahhh…! Why, why are you tickling… Hang,haha…!”
“It’s noisy! Hurry up and say your name! Witch, witch! You can’t call me like that!”
“Ha, haheung! Heung!Heheung! But! Hang! Uh, unnie too! Hang! Ahhh! I didn’t tell you my name…!”
At her girl’s cry her, the princess snorted at her.
“Didn’t she introduce herself as the imperial princess from earlier?”
“That, that’s why… I don’t even know if you are the real princess…”
“Isn’t that the truth, you don’t know the foolish princess’s name her?”
At Hedone’s sharp point, the girl closed her mouth and puffed out her cheeks.
“… Kheheum, Hedone… Is this child really the terrifying witch?”
The princess hurriedly patted Hedone on the buttock and started whispering.
“I can’t believe it… I can’t believe it. I heard that witches are fearsome people who not only eat cannibals for temporary recovery of vitality, but also offer live sacrifices to tempt the devil.”
“Didn’t you know that too? But this girl is just… Isn’t she a cute girl who fits into the high school of the academy?”
“Hey sisters! I’m an adult!”
At the cry of the girl half-tied to her chair her, the princess sighed.
‘No matter how you think about it… This child is a bit… She seems to be an outlier among witches. Isn’t she so different from Arisa’s dislike her to the point of nausea when she hears the story of a witch… ‘
After organizing her thoughts of her, the princess cleared her throat and lightly pointed at herself with her hand.
“I am Venus Holimpia, the princess of the empire on which the sun never sets.”
“Heh, hehe… I’m a witch. I’m going to be Val Burga’s disciple. And her name is Grimhilde.”
“Her name her itself sounds quite witchy.”
“So! I’m a real witch! If my sisters find out how much power I have, they’ll regret that they’ll look good on me a long time ago!”
The princess let out a sigh at the sight of Grimhilde screaming loudly while she tied to her chair her.
“Anyway… Then let’s hear the story of that terrifying witch.”
“Huh, I guess my sister is finally interested in the power of our witches. Too bad! The carriage passed!”
“These days, we use the word train more often.”
At Hedone’s words, Grimhilde widened her eyes.
“What is a train, sister?”
“… At least she doesn’t seem to be from an aristocratic family.”
“Don’t you know that just by looking at the clothes you’re wearing?”
The appearance of Grimhilde, which caused the princess to sigh, was no joke.
Compared to the high leggings worn by Arisa and other wizards, I felt that this one looked more erotic.
On her shoulders and back her was a worn-out red cloak, and around her waist her was a skirt made of flimsy leaves, perhaps because she thought it would be embarrassing to see the curves of her cunt her.
Even her navy blue hair hadn’t been trimmed at all, so it was just long, straight hair.
“Um… It’s common to hear of a young lady who ambitiously sets out on her own to find herself.”
“No matter how much you walk around in such a perverted way… “
“Who?
Grimhilde, who stomped her feet and spoke her words her, glanced at Hedone.
“Yeah, but is it real? Does it look that erotic?”
“Even now, her body looks so naked that you can immediately tell which side the nipple is on.”
“Ooh, whoa… Ah…”
Her blushing Grimhilde bit her lip and turned her head slightly to the side.
‘Was the witch’s outfit like this? Eh, wizards wear high leggings, and witches wear tight-fitting clothes like this… Oh… That’s amazing…’
Thinking about it, the princess cleared her throat once again to catch her mood her.
“Grimhilda. Please answer my question honestly. Why are witches gathering in the Magicka Kingdom?”
“Hehe, sister. Did you think that if I asked you, you would answer everything I asked?”
When Grimhilde snorted at her, the princess, without hesitation, put her hand in her armpit her and lifted her from her seat.
“Hey, wait! Wait! Hey, I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you! Hey, don’t tie it out of the wagon and throw it!!!”
“Isn’t it good for each other if we speak right from the beginning?”
When the princess put her tongue down again, Grimhilde pursed her lips.
“Doesn’t my sister know too? It’s because Lord Walburga informed us that the Hexennacht had begun.”
“What exactly is that thing called Hexennacht? All I know is that it’s the reason so many witches gather.”
“Hehe, what is it? You really don’t know? Hehe… Should I tell you or not?”
Seeing Hilde smiling as she stomped her legs, Hedone pointed to the door of the carriage this time.
“Ugh…! I-I’m fine! Give me something! Can’t I make you talk?!”
“I’ll give you clothes to wear.”
“I’m dressed properly! I’m not naked!!!”
Grimhilde stomped her feet and shouted.
‘Still, you mean that you have pride in your form…’
She does n’t know what Hexen Nacht is, but she might be hurting her pride her as a witch by saying it word for word.
“Princess. I would like to offer you a cake.”
“Hmm… Where in the world is there a guy who only talks about cakes with information?”
Even as the princess said that, she looked at Grimhilde with her eyes slightly full of anticipation.
“Cake… What is it?”
“The cake is. It’s a fluffy and sweet bread topped with pure white whipped cream.”
“What is whipped cream…?”
“Keuuh… Bird, fresh cream! It looks like a cloud floating in the sky, but when you put it in her mouth her, it’s super sweet!”
When the princess shouted, Grimhilde’s eyes twinkled and she gulped down her saliva.
“Is it sweet? Really? Are you really giving it to me?”
“Would the princess of the empire say two things with her mouth her! Ceres! Prepare a cake!”
Ceres smiled more calmly than anyone else, got up and disappeared into the back of the carriage.
“I will think that my sisters keep their promise. Hexsennacht is the day that Lord Walburga becomes Lord Walburga.”
“If you’re thinking about asking twenty questions, you’re thinking of biting your chest.”
“That, that’s why! I, I! I didn’t lie! Lord Walburga isn’t Lord Walburga yet.”
Grimhilde was desperately trying to explain.
Not knowing what whipped cream was, what cake was, or even what a train was, she was really desperate.
“Hmm… By any chance, you don’t know the name of the being who will become Mr. Walburga, that is, ‘Walburga’, so are you calling him Mr. Walburga?”
“Huh… Ha, the white-haired sister is very smart…”
Hedone’s question was sharp.
“To sum it up, stupid princess. It seems that the queen of witches is called ‘Walburga’, and that ‘Walburga’ seems to be in a situation where she can’t be called a queen yet.”
“Huh… Can you think of it as determining a ruler in a similar way to southerners? The strongest is the king! It feels the same, right?”
When the princess understood and asked the question, Grimhilde awkwardly nodded her head.
“But… Master Walburga becomes Master Walburga… It’s not just because he’s strong. It’s a slightly different story.”
“Do you know what exactly it is?”
“He who controls ice can rule fire, he who controls fire can rule air, and he who summons wind can send thunder and lightning.”
“Isn’t it twenty questions again…”
She felt as if she had returned to the starting point, but the princess wasn’t particularly in a bad mood.
‘Summarizing the situation, isn’t that saying that Balburga isn’t in a dangerous state that Arisa can’t even control? Even if I disturb their meeting just a little bit, there’s a chance they’ll disperse on their own.’
The princess felt at ease when she even thought that she would have a good chance if she decided Val Burga in a similar way to the southerners.
“Perhaps the witches will fight each other, and it will be fuzzy.”
“But you know you don’t have to relax too much, right?”
Haha! Can I do that?”
The princess snorted her snort and leaned back comfortably in her chair.
‘By the way… Why on earth do I have the things that Countess Olga gave me? If the strongest one is to become the king of witches… Bal Burga, isn’t he not particularly needed?’
Just as a strange question filled a space in my head, Ceres appeared with a cake.
“I have prepared it simply.”
“Oh, as expected Ceres! They’re getting ready!”
The princess lightly slapped her buttocks with her pat, and pushed her fork and cake in front of Grimhilde.
“Now, try it. The sweet taste will overflow.”
“Hmm… Is this a cake? Doesn’t it look particularly sweet? But… Yeah, I understand what the cloud is.”
Grimhilde, with her snort her, grabbed the fork with her handcuffed hands as Ceres and Hedone broke free.
I wondered if she was scooping it up with her hands her, but Grimhilde, not worrying about it, used a fork to properly dip the cake, cut it into thirds, and pushed it into her mouth her.
“Ummm, um… Well, yeah…”
Most of the reactions of the children who ate the cake were good. The princess also snorted at her expecting that.
“Isn’t it quite sweet? Ceres’ cooking skills are quite good, so he might be too great for you to eat.”
“Ugh… What is this? This isn’t sweet at all.”
“Eh… Eh? Mu, what are you talking about?”
Grimhilde stuck out his tongue and shook his head.
“Um… Wait a minute.”
Hedone, who carefully tasted the cake with her little finger her, immediately shrugged her shoulders.
“Are you normally sweet?”
“Ceres couldn’t have made a mistake like this in the first place?”
At the words of the princess, Grim Hilde was excited and let out her snort her, then shook her head.
“This isn’t sweet! Mmm…But it’s delicious.”
“Well, you are… Then what is the sweetness you are talking about?”
At the princess’s question, Grim Hilde raised her eyebrows with a smirk.
Then, in an instant, he brought his fork-holding hand to his white forearm her and snapped! And she struck down.
“That’s a picture?!”
“Ahhh… Chung, chuup… Puha, this is sweet. Aren’t the unnies stupid?”
Grimhilde, licking the blood dripping from her arm and the bright red liquid vibrating with a fishy smell, smiled as if it were natural.
“You… You look like you’re right enough to be a witch for misunderstanding me… “
The answer to the twenty questions was there from the beginning.
