Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

Chapter 132 Burning to Ashes
In the underground space, the magic crystals on the surface of the stone wall were still flickering.

The stone steps vibrated and made a creaking sound, as if something heavy was pressing across the surface of the steps.

"Who are you? Why...are you meddling in my business?!"

Poro and Lake placed the gluttonous witch, who was tied tightly with ropes, on a food cart similar to the one used to hold cakes, and pushed it down the stairs.

The gluttonous witch has woken up, but after Poro buried the magic-breaking potion in her body...

She would not be able to use any magic.

The severe damage she received from Lake's Star Killing Sword made it difficult for her to move.

If it weren't for the magic and angelic power in her body, she would have died under Lake's sword long ago!

"You're asking this. Those chefs who cooked, and the nearly one thousand saints who have disappeared, they didn't do anything wrong. Why did you eat them?"

the Poro asked casually.

"Those people volunteered! They willingly became my food, offering their souls and flesh. What does this have to do with you?!"

"Oh, voluntary? You're so brave."

Poro looked at the gluttonous witch trapped in the dining car. Her fat face was filled with undisguised hatred and resentment. "I still miss you so much, the way you pretended to be an angel!"

The Gluttonous Witch's face was distorted with anger.

Ever since she showed her magical talent, no one dared to treat her like this.

"The power of angels is protecting me. Sooner or later... you will die at my hands."

"Ah, that's a shame. You may not have that chance."

Poro shook his head. The dining car reached the last floor and the movement of the wheels became much smoother.

In the furnace, the golden flames have subsided.

In the pitch-black environment, the light of the magic crystal illuminated the prison that had imprisoned an angel for more than ten years. The thick shadows and echoing footsteps made the entire environment hazy.

The thin iron chain hangs limply.

The runes on it are dim and lifeless.

"As I said before, your angelic power never belonged to you in the first place. The faith you stole through deception, lies, and magic will only turn into resentment and pain once it's shattered by the truth.

Now, it’s time for you to return the property to its rightful owner.”

After hearing these words, the Gluttonous Witch saw the pitch-black furnace she had built with her own hands not far away.

Looking at those black iron chains, they were as deep as the mouth of a furnace in the abyss.

Over the years, she used this furnace to draw the divine flames of angels and burn the believers who had been deceived and misled by her into one "holy communion" after another.

And his own magic and power, under the blessing of these sacraments, became stronger and stronger...

"no no……"

At this moment, the Gluttonous Witch finally realized the fact she was about to face, and the resentment on her face began to be covered by pale fear.

“Sure enough, it’s an angel, that old guy!
She was the one who told you, begged you, and taught you about my magic, wasn't she?

She must have promised you something, yes, yes—it must be so!"

The Gluttonous Witch began to struggle fiercely, tears streaming from her bloodshot eyes. "You can help her, why not me?! She is an angel, and I can be an angel too!"

You guys coming from outside must have seen this plain, right?
She has the power of an angel, but what has she done? She has done nothing. She is not worthy of being an angel!

The Gluttonous Witch's voice became more and more frantic. She shouted loudly,

“And I, I—created this plain, where there is no hunger, no pain, and everyone can enjoy delicious food that will never disappear!

I created a true paradise on earth, so why can't I become an angel?!

Just because of the few people I killed?
Every year, every month, every day... every minute and every second, the number of people dying of hunger in the world far exceeds the number of people I kill!

On the Plenty Plains, the number of people who would have died of hunger and were saved because of me far exceeded the number I consumed!
Even if we let them choose for themselves—

They choose to join me, in happiness and joy, perhaps sacrificing a few strangers in order to enjoy all kinds of delicious food.

Or would you choose... to starve to death in the midst of famine, becoming a miserable corpse on the roadside?!

Tell me, what did I do wrong?!"

The gluttonous witch straightened her body and shook it, trying to get the food cart pushed by the Poro to stop and not get closer to the huge dark furnace.

But everything she did seemed meaningless.

"Alas... you were just a little bit away from convincing me."

Poro sighed, shook his head and said, "If I hadn't read your 'notes' and 'dining reviews' and the like.

It seems that you are really afraid, and only start to quibble when death is imminent -

You really deserve to die."

The next moment, Poro's hand returned to wolf form, and a red light flashed in his eyes.

The sharp claws cut through the wind, making a sharp sound.

Blood splattered, and the Gluttonous Witch's voice stopped abruptly. A line of blood appeared at her throat.

But she still didn't die.

Golden light emerged from the wound, slowly healing the injury that should have been fatal.

In the furnace, the old angel Karen limped out.

She held the wall with one hand, her bloodstained wings dragging weakly behind her. Looking at Lake and Poro coming down the stairs, an inexplicable light flashed in the old woman's eyes.

She wanted to say something, but didn't seem to know how to express it.

"Thank you."

The old angel Karen finally spoke briefly.

But then, her expression dimmed again:
"I'm sorry, I heard what you said just now..."

The old man adjusted his long skirt and stood behind him drawing. At this time, Poro discovered that the old man's legs had no feet, but a pair of prosthetic limbs made of wood.

The pair of prosthetic limbs have been worn out over time and have winding cracks on them.

"Perhaps I'm not cut out to be an angel. I possess this power, but I don't know what to do for humanity. And the one I'm entrusting my power to is...

Such a person."

Angel Karen looked at the gluttonous witch whose face was covered in blood and who was wailing and struggling.

There was no hatred in the old eyes, only deep sorrow.

"It's ok."

But Poro shook his head, and Lake on the side took out the red ribbon from his arms and handed it to the old angel Karen.

“Ms. Cullen, though, we really don’t know that much about you.

But brother Invi, he trusts you very much, and from what he told us, you seem to be...

The only one who can save the world.

He told us that you are very kind and he always prays to see you again and get rid of the crazy dancer..."

Poro took out a candle he had prepared in advance from his arms, rubbed a flame in his hand, and lit it on the fuse. The golden-red light shone on the chains that once bound the old angel.

Those runes suddenly flickered slightly under the influence of the flames.

“So, we help you because we trust Invi’s judgment.

At least, we believe that you can do better than this false god who devours flesh and blood."

The old angel was silent. She looked at the candle in Poro's hand. Two flickering lights were reflected in her dim eyes again.

"Thank you."

she said again.

"Then, let's begin." Poro said, putting the thing in his hand in front of his face and blowing gently -

In an instant, the leaping flames exploded into a ball of firefly-like sparks, sticking to the extinguished black chains. The next moment, all the lines resonated at the same time and burst into golden light again!
The pitch-black stove reignited in the golden glow.

In the entire underground space, the crystals embedded in the floor and walls were simultaneously loaded down and turned into dust under the spell cast by Poro.

This magic is a reverse and improved version of the Gluttonous Witch's magic of stealing angels' power.

The function is very simple.

It's just... returning the item to its original owner.

"Lake, it's okay."

The Poro nodded slightly.

Lake gently pushed the food cart containing the gluttonous witch.

The dining cart followed the force and went into the fire.

The golden flames surged more and more violently.

On the stove, a thin, black iron chain with golden runes flashing on it, under the control of Poro, pierced into the body of the gluttonous witch.

"Nearly a thousand innocent people were bewitched by you. Their bodies and souls burned in this supposedly sacred fire, becoming... what you call 'delicious food'."

Poro said coldly as he listened to the shadow of the gluttonous witch in the furnace, roaring in pain in the flames.

Under the influence of the magic circle, these flames that should have been harmless to humans...

Transformed into the form of judgment.

"Now, the last hearth fire is left to you, Gluttonous Witch."

Blood oozed from the tip of the Poro's nose again, and he uttered a final string of curses.

Then, the golden flames in the furnace suddenly exploded!

It was as if... the gluttonous witch herself had turned into the final fuel. The golden flames containing the power of angels emitted tiny firefly-like light spots as they burned.

These spots of light spontaneously gathered towards the old angel Karen.

Integrate into her body.

Inside the furnace, the struggling shadow of the gluttonous witch gradually disappeared, and her frantic cries of pain also disappeared without a trace.

Outside the furnace, the old angel Karen attracted the golden light spots flying out of the furnace, and her body, from the inside out, emitted a golden glow.

The two pairs of wings that were originally dirty and bloodstained gradually recovered under the golden light.

The old man's outlined body straightened up.

Her gray hair was dyed golden again, and her wrinkled skin tightened rapidly...

In the furnace, the last stream of golden flames flew up out of thin air and leaped towards Karen's head. They spun and condensed to form a ring of light.

When she opened her eyes again, two several-inch golden lights slowly retracted from her golden pupils.

"thank you all."

Karen spoke again, her voice no longer old, but crisp.

Her angel wings and the halo above her head faded away, and the dust on her clothes and skin disappeared. Now, she no longer looked like an old person, but had regained the appearance of a beautiful young girl.

Only in the depths of those golden pupils was there a hint of depth.

"You're welcome."

Poro smiled and said, "Let's rest for a while, then we should go see Brother Yinwei. He must be waiting anxiously, right?
By the way, we should still think about how to resolve the issue of the Fertile Plains—after all, when people discover that the magic shrouding the food has disappeared, it will surely cause some unrest, right?"

……

The surface of the Candy Castle has become bumpy and uneven due to the manipulation of many chocolates, candies, and cakes in the previous battle.

The top floor was originally the hidden room of the Gluttonous Witch.

Further down the room, there is another hidden central hall.

This is the largest magic circle control center in the Candy Castle and even in the entire Fertile Plains.

Magic crystals of various shapes fluctuate in the magic circuit.

Without the magical influence of the Gluttonous Witch, many of the crystals began to develop abnormal cracks, which meant that the magic covering the Fertile Plains and supporting the existence of the Candy Castle began to gradually collapse.

"Ah, this is such a hassle. This loop... and I have to imitate the Candy Witch's aura..."

The Poro frowned, staring at the pages of a Gluttonous Witch's Notes in front of him.

This notebook is "The Magic Structure of the Candy House".

Unlike before, this time, Poro needed to learn more deeply. Only in this way could Poro prevent the candy castle from collapsing instantly after the death of the Gluttonous Witch.

"It's okay, Poro. We've already won anyway. It doesn't matter if we wait a little longer and see what happens."

Lake's voice came from the side.

The girl was holding a plate of pastries in her hands and eating them with relish.

After Karen took back the remaining angelic power, the poison of faith in all the food disappeared, which means that the food became edible again.

"Pora, open your mouth—"

Lake used a fork to pick up a piece of cake and stuffed it into the Poro's mouth.

"Isn't it delicious? This should be the holy communion prepared by the gluttonous witch. This is the first time I've eaten such a delicious cake!"

As the girl spoke, her aquamarine eyes narrowed, and she nudged the Poro with her elbow, "Hey, eat more. Then... you can use that dessert feast to materialize, and we can eat these delicious foods every day!"

Lake pointed to the other corner of the room and said, "Hansel and Gretel seem to like the food very much, too.

After all, before, there was food, but I could only look at it and not eat it - that was really uncomfortable."

The Poro looked into the corner of the room.

Hansel had regained consciousness by now. With an apologetic look in his eyes, he gently placed an egg roll into his sister's mouth.

"I'm sorry I made you worry."

Hansel said, "Now... you can have the egg roll."

"Brother, it's okay. I don't like egg rolls."

Gretel chewed the egg roll she finally ate, a smile on her thin face, "As long as you come back, brother, I'll be very happy!"

Poro looked at the two children and laughed. A ray of magic light appeared in his hand and he touched the two crystals floating in the air.

A string of dim magic crystals reconnected and began to glow normally.

"This way, the magic in the Candy Castle should last for a while."

Poro breathed a sigh of relief, but then he looked through the candy window at the plains beyond. "However, after the gluttonous witch dies, the mazes at the very edge of the Fertile Plains will be the first to lose their effectiveness...

I just hope there won’t be any negative impact in the short term.”

……

Meanwhile, at the edge of the Fertile Plains.

At the entrance, outside the wooden sign, in the forest that originally had a maze, a kind of... increasingly louder chaotic vibration sound came from one of the forest paths.

It was like several horse hooves, stepping in a twisted manner.

The deformed and chaotic light and shadow overflowed from the shade of the trees, carrying with it some kind of vibrant blood light.

A blurry shadow gradually became clear.

That is……

Several blood-red carriages with luxurious and strange stripes.

(End of this chapter)