Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

Chapter 129 Candy Magic
In the secret bottom floor, the stove was still burning, and the golden flames were dancing wildly.

In a space where chains are intertwined.

Lake held the hilt of the sword at her waist and looked at the old angel Karen who was locked behind the table:
"These chains, if we break them, can you get out?"

Lake asked, "In this case, the gluttonous witch won't be able to absorb your power?"

"Of course it's not that simple. I'm an angel. I tried to untie it in the early days of being bound."

The old man was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "But these chains are forged from faith and magic. How can mortal tools harm them in the slightest?"

"I think my sword is pretty powerful too."

As Lake spoke, he took out the silver star and swung it into the air. A mirror-like Star Killing Sword appeared in his hand.

"Little girl, an ordinary magic sword won't be of any use. Instead, it will damage your sword..."

"It's okay, it's good to give it a try."

Lake said, swung the Star Killer Sword, and slashed at one of the chains—

"Ding!"

The sound of metal clashing and a series of sparks flashed!
The chain didn't break.

The old woman seemed to have anticipated this, and she said helplessly:

"Look, these chains are really strong."

"It's indeed very hard. In the past, the Star Killing Sword could cut through anything with ease."

Lake's hands trembled slightly as she muttered, "But... I think if I chop it a few more times, I might be able to cut it off."

After Lake finished speaking, she raised the Star Killing Sword in her hand again.

"How is that possible? There shouldn't even be a scratch on this chain—"

The old woman was stunned for a moment, turned her head to look at the chopped chain, and then her voice paused, because she saw that there was a deep sword mark where the chain collided with the sword!

"how come?!"

Looking at Lake about to swing the Star Killing Sword and chop it down again, the old man hurriedly said, "Wait a minute!"

"Uh, what's wrong?"

The old man did not answer, his old eyes fixed on the mirror-like sword in the girl's hand.

In contrast to the chain, there was not a single crack on the shiny sword's blade.

"Your sword..."

The old man's bony hands suddenly trembled.

She seemed to have thought of something, muttering to herself, "This shouldn't be the case. No amount of magic combined with ordinary iron can possibly... The glimmer of this sword is like..."

As she spoke, she fell silent for a moment, shook her head, and seemed to say to herself, "No, how is that possible?"

"What's wrong, Ms. Cullen?"

Lake asked in some surprise.

"It's okay, I just thought of something from the past."

The old man raised his eyes again and said, "Well, even if you can cut these chains, it's better not to do it.

See the lines on the chains? If just one of them breaks...

The angel of abundance will be teleported here immediately!"

"what?"

Lake thought about it and realized that this was indeed something very likely to happen.

"Then how are we supposed to rescue you?"

"Sever the Gluttonous Witch's control over faith and angelic power, and extract these powers that do not belong to her from her body...while she is still just a false angel."

The old man shook his head dejectedly, "I'm sorry, I've already told you what I know about how to accomplish this.

Even though I'm an angel, I don't know much about magic.

Now, bound in chains, it will be difficult for me to be of any help later."

……

The secret top floor of the Candy Castle, the room of the Gluttonous Witch.

Poro opened the thickest notebook.

This is also the most core and important magic notebook of the Gluttonous Witch.

It also contains the most magical knowledge.

To be precise, the name of this magic notebook can be called...

Food Magic

Compared with the magic of the Red Witch and the Queen, the magic of the Gluttony Witch is surprisingly more complex and varied.

But Poro understood that if he wanted to defeat this... false angel who covered the entire plain with magic, just knowing these things was far from enough!

The pocket watch beside him made a slight ticking sound.

Like an approaching dark cloud.

Sixty seconds...

Fifty seconds...

Thirty seconds...

This time, Poro gritted his teeth, lined up several notebooks on the witch's bookshelf, and flipped through them to find several pages with glittering patterns drawn on them.

A mind-constructing array corresponding to the magic!

"Thorn-"

Poro did not hesitate at all and tore them off one by one. Finally, he put the magic notebooks back into the bookshelf.

In the final deadline, there is never a battle with a 100% chance of winning.

Sometimes, in order to achieve certain envisioned scenarios.

You can only... take a gamble.

……

Poro's room.

Unfolding the pages, the mind-structured formation on it flickered with a faint magical light, which became stronger with the infusion of spirit.

"The third mind construction array..."

The Poro took a deep breath.

The soul begins to fall into it.

The scene began to blur. In the illusion, all around was a fantasy world made up of delicious food. It looked very similar to a real castle, with biscuit tables and chairs, chocolate walls, egg roll candlesticks...

But soon, these things disappeared, or rather, returned to their original appearance.

A simple room.

Tables and chairs that are about to decay, worn out, and full of cracks, drafty walls, and dirty, small rooms.

And... a deep hunger that I could relate to.

A skinny couple walked up to her. In the illusion, her faces could not be seen. They were probably the gluttonous witch's parents.

"We have found you a new home where there is no hunger, and you will soon no longer have to suffer with us."

Said a somewhat vague voice.

The field of vision began to shift, but the two new strangers were also emaciated.

They also had a child with them, who was exchanged for the gluttonous witch's parents.

"But they look hungry too? Is it true that there's no hunger in the new home?"

The sound of the gluttonous witch mumbling to herself.

The new room was decorated differently, but it was still bare.

Their limbs were tied up and unable to move. Two new blurry figures were only in front of them. In front of them, a large pot was boiling and emitting white steam.

The sound of sharpening the knife makes the soul feel dazed.

The scene around was even more chaotic. Apparently, the young gluttonous witch in the illusion was so hungry that she almost lost consciousness.

At the same time, the sound of sharpening the knife stopped.

One of the figures gradually walked forward, and with it... that gleaming sharp knife.

"Don't be afraid, child. From now on, we won't be hungry anymore."

The man said weakly.

"Aren't you hungry? Is there... anything to eat?"

The voice of the young gluttonous witch.

"Yes, when you get there, you can get whatever you want to eat. The ground there is full of cakes and roast meats, and the houses are full of sweets and delicacies. You can eat whatever you want.

In that place, there is no more hunger..."

Along with the hoarse voice of the blurry figure, the dilapidated scene around him became blurred and changed again before his eyes.

Chocolate walls, biscuit tables and chairs, and furnishings in the house made of candy... The man who was getting closer had a sallow and skinny appearance, and his face was also distorted.

It turned into a long croissant.

Further away, the woman in the loose red dress also changed into a... jam-covered pastry.

"It smells so good..."

The young gluttonous witch said this, and her hand unexpectedly broke free from the taut rope.

Two crisp sounds of ropes breaking under the heavy weight were quickly drowned out by the illusion that was as real as it was!

"You really didn't lie to me. There are so many delicious things..."

The young gluttonous witch reached out and grabbed the two huge snacks.

The yellow croissant and the red pastry were no longer approaching but were moving backwards.

"No, don't go, little snack, I'm so hungry... I want to eat!"

The Gluttonous Witch rushed forward, knocking over the croissant and the crimson pastry. She tore into the sweet pastry and bread in big mouthfuls, swallowing the soft texture and the sweet and delicious jam inside!

“Strawberry jam!”

The red juice splashed out and stuck to the corners of the mouth, with a sweet taste.

The inner layer of the pastry is also filled with fillings of different textures, including hard fruits and vegetables, as well as fruits of different flavors.

Until the two huge snacks were eaten.

A comfortable, warm feeling of fullness enveloped my whole body.

"belch--

It’s so good! This is the first time I’ve eaten so much. Thank you! This is the best snack I’ve ever had!

Really, thank you very much...

This must be what Mom and Dad talked about, heaven, right? "

……

After that, the lingering taste began to fade away.

The illusion from the mind-constructed formation also shattered rapidly, and the Poro's soul was pulled out of the illusion as if it had crawled out of the deep sea.

The heavy emotions, the shared hunger and fullness, began to disappear.

"Huh...huh..."

The Poro gasped heavily, opened his mouth, and seemed to vomit, but nothing came out.

Before the demonic hunger and appetite subsided from his body, the Poro raised his claws and pointed at a silver plate on the table. The metal plate began to change rapidly -

It turned into a smooth pancake.

"Huh, the third spell is almost there... ready to use. If it can work on objects like this, it can also work on people."

The Poro felt a heat on the tip of his nose and raised his claws to wipe it.

A drop of crimson blood.

"Is this the price of learning to use magic?"

He shook his head and drowsily unfolded the next page, "But it's not enough, next... the... the fourth magic.

At least, it should be able to be used."

……

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

There was a knock on the door, and Lake opened it. Outside the door was an awakened saint.

The holy emblem on the chest is marked with the number "31".

"Time to go to Communion, right?"

Lake asked.

"Yes, both of you. The Angel of Plenty really enjoyed the communion you prepared and commented that it was a novel delicacy that he had never tasted before.

Perhaps soon, you will be qualified to join the ranks of awakening and glimpse the gospel of heaven!"

The awakened saint said this with a smile, and just like the first time, he led the two to the secret kitchen.

Fresh ingredients were placed on the stove in front of Rek Poro.

But unlike before, after understanding the magic of the Gluttonous Witch, those ingredients, in the eyes of the Poro, emitted a special golden magic light.

Sure enough, how could the ingredients used to make the Holy Communion be ordinary things?

Those golden magic lights are exactly the same as the light dust that the old "First Saint" transformed into that Poro saw before!
"Ingredients made from... the soul, flesh, and faith of a cook?"

The Poro lowered his eyes.

The red meat and vegetables changed in the hazy vision.

Flashes of bloody flesh, white bones, pupils that were still open after death, and... the wails of vengeful spirits.

"Go ahead, Poro, do you see anything?"

Lake's voice asked.

"I saw……"

Poro closed his eyes, then opened them again after a few seconds. The food in front of him had returned to its original state, looking very fresh. "The sin of that so-called 'Angel of Plenty'...

It's nothing, let's get started, Lake."

The red meat is minced into stuffing, and the blade that cuts up and down has a bright and cold light.

The snow-white dough is squeezed into a round skin and wrapped with the filling. In the hand, it is gently pressed to pinch out butterfly-shaped ripples.

Afterwards, the dumplings roll in the water, and when they are cooked inside and out, they emit a faint fragrance.

Picking up the dumplings, Poro looked at the steaming appearance.

Chaotic blocks of color began to intertwine before my eyes again.

The Poro opened his mouth and took part of the dumpling into it, a ray of demonic light flashing deep in his eyes.

phantom.

A man's voice sounded like the deceased "First Saint".

"Chop the green fruit into small pieces and simmer for five minutes for a better taste..."

The emerald green jam has a sweet taste when you take a bite.

"Hexagonal plums, add sugar, the ratio is two to one..."

Another dessert with special umeboshi, which has a certain sweet and sour taste.

Immediately afterwards, the taste and memory of one delicious food after another were evoked in an instant!
Is this... the feeling the Gluttonous Witch gets?
Poro let out a long breath and used his soul to suppress the throbbing in his heart. Only by mastering the magic of the gluttonous witch could he feel the true taste of these "holy communions".

At the same time, in these "holy communions", there is also a kind of "poison" formed by faith.

Under the influence of the gluttonous witch's magic, other people who eat this "holy communion" will be confused by the poison.

"In a sense, this kind of food is more like a poison that penetrates deep into the bone marrow."

Poro chanted a spell in a low voice. This was a special magic created by combining the knowledge about angels and faith explained by the old angel Karen and Poro's magical attainments.

Its purpose is to strip away the poison of faith that has seeped into the sacrament.

In the illusion before his eyes, the image and sensation of the First Saint tasting delicious food began to dissipate and fade.

In the dim light, a scene of a man sitting in the shadows appears.

He held his head, and the fanatical expression on his face gradually faded and disappeared.

In the soul, the memory of the First Saint flashed back again.

This time, he saw a woman holding a child's hand and retreating rapidly, their faces becoming blurred.

"dad……"

The child's voice was getting farther and farther away.

At the same time, the voice of the First Saint slowly came:
"I...what was it originally for? I kind of remember now, I think...I have family?
But why, I have forgotten, why? "

In the illusion, the First Saint knelt down in frustration, tears flowing out.

All colors became dim until the food in the Poro's mouth was completely digested.

"call……"

Poro opened his eyes again and saw that the other dumplings had been placed in a bowl. A few green leaves were floating on the surface of the clear soup.

The scent is tempting.

"well done."

An awakened saint stepped forward, took away the holy communion made by Lake and Poro, and then walked in the other direction of the corridor.

"Eat it, Angel of Plenty. These dumplings I made for you are just a gift from you... for saving so many people from hunger!"

He put the kitchen utensils back into the package and left the secret kitchen with another saint.

A glimmer of light flashed in Poro's eyes, and in the spiritual world, a page of a book slowly opened.

[Circular Return: Lucky Hans: The Luck of Losses]

(End of this chapter)