Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

Chapter 175 Witch Tea Party
The green-haired loli, uh...that is, the forest witch.

There was a green vine attached to her back, and a faint glow of magic emerged from the curled vines and entered the body of the forest witch.

Perhaps because she had just recovered, the forest witch still looked a little weak.

"Grandma, you look so young? Just like in the stories you told me, uh..."

Lake supported the forest witch and walked to a wooden stake not far away and sat down. Looking at the strange and seemingly "cute" girl in front of him, Lake was still a little uncomfortable.

Two people who meet again may need some space to chat.

"Of course, Lake, that's what forest witches do. I told you before that I would wake up again and become young."

The forest witch smiled, and the green-haired girl's eyes blinked smartly.

"Grandma, I kind of understand why you didn't teach me magic anymore."

Lake reached out and touched her grandmother's green hair. The forest witch was still filled with the fragrance of grass and trees.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't think of..."

The green-haired girl's eyes were a little evasive, but Lake then took her grandmother's hand again and smiled happily.

"It's okay, grandma. Even though I haven't learned the forest witch's magic, I'm pretty powerful now!"

Lake said proudly, pulling out the Star Killing Sword from her waist and showing it to her grandmother, "Its name is the Star Killing Sword. I finally got its approval...

Also, when I was in the Kingdom of Boren..."

Lake kept talking, her face filled with a happy smile as she slowly recounted her journey.

The forest witch also listened quietly and nodded slightly.

……

"You sensed it too, right?"

Not far away, little Yida walked towards Poro and asked. The two stood together and looked at Lake who was talking to her grandmother not far away.

"Yes, the kind you're talking about, the 'death energy' emitted on the eve of the world's death."

Poro sighed slightly, his eyes fixed on something not far away.

Just now, when little Yida used the "Resurrection Spell", Poro used the insight ability of [Spiral Beacon: Witch] and keenly felt an extremely discordant "death" breath from the magic light full of vitality.

"What the hell is that? It's like a maggot on the tarsal bone."

Even now, Poro could faintly sense the black death energy continuously emerging from the forest witch's body.

They cannot be eliminated, but are only temporarily suppressed.

"Like I said before, the distortion and death energy that arise from the corruption of the underlying rules of the world prevents the reappearance of all vitality, especially things like 'resurrection'."

As Little Yida spoke, she glanced at the Poro, "But your magic can completely suppress this effect. This was something I could never imagine before."

Poro was silent. He understood that Little Yida was right.

He lowered his head and looked at the golden page in front of him. [Circular Return: Pure Spring] was still slowly fading its golden ripples.

And just now, when the forest witch was resurrected, he saw the deathly energy.

Then, he used the fairy power on the forest witch.

"You are right, but my magic cannot be used on most creatures. It can only be used on plants, and only loved plants can break free from the shackles of this deathly aura."

Poro breathed a sigh of relief. He had not told Lake about this just now.

The strong girl completed the first goal of her journey, and she should be happy about it.

“But if the fundamental problem is not addressed, tragedy will never become comedy.”

Little Yida looked at Poro and said meaningfully, "The disease must be eliminated, otherwise, the gravity brought by the death of the world will sooner or later pull everyone in."

"You mean..."

Poro's expression turned a little ugly.

"Yes, this forest witch's life came from the resurrection ceremony. With your seed and the effects of your magic, she was successfully resurrected.

But the breath of the world's death still pursues her."

"The world? But the forest witch is just one person. She is insignificant to the world, right?"

Poro was a little confused, "Why are we being targeted?"

“The world is sliding down, driving out all life, or rather, the accumulated death and the power that overwhelms life—it’s out of balance.

You have to understand that resuscitation is far more extreme than a cure.

This was once an extremely rare miracle, and now it is even more detested by the world."

Little Yida replied calmly. She turned her head and looked at the flower stamen on her shoulder. She continued, "I've experienced comedy for a long time, and now the world is coming to an end, but I don't want a dark ending."

With that, little Ida stood up and walked towards her own cabin.

The piano that was moved outside was also lifted up by the dead tree puppet and carried back into the room.

"Mr. Poro, the world is waiting to bleed to death, and this also affects us who are in it.

Healing, resuscitation, creation, these beautiful miracles will become less and less, but war, killing, greed, death, these things, will become more and more...

Just like the witches you killed, their actions were likely related to this destruction.

Although new life often comes from the end of destruction.

But... Mr. Poro, you possess the power of creation, and your magic can snatch life from death. I only hope that your hearts won't die before the world does."

Looking at little Yida's leaving back, Poro felt a little uneasy.

In the sky, the morning had passed and the sky had become extremely blue, but he could not see that the world was already terminally ill.

At this time, Lake and the forest witch came over. Both Lake and the green-haired girl had warm smiles on their faces.

Although most people can't see the expression on Poro's face.

But he still suppressed some of his emotions, he didn't want to disturb Lake's reunion.

"Mr. Poro."

The forest witch came over. She was a plant elf, wearing a dress made of grass leaves.

She was born with an affinity for forests, and because of this, she was able to master these forest-related magics.

Only at this moment did Poro truly confirm some of the guesses in his mind.

Why are there no magic books or anything like that in the forest witch's home? Why didn't Lake master any magic until she grew up?
Lake is a human being, and she doesn't have much talent for the magic of the forest witch.

"Thank you, Mr. Poro. Lake told me a lot, including your adventures together, the punishment of the wicked, and the help for the weak.

Thank you, too, for saving me and bringing me back from the brink of death."

The forest witch spoke seriously as she leaned forward and bowed slightly.

"Uh, you're welcome. This is actually what I should do. You've been helping me a long time ago."

The Poro waved his paw and continued, "In fairy tales, kindness is always rewarded."

Lake's face is now blushing. She has achieved her long-cherished goal, and the happiness in her heart is hard to hide.

"Grandma, this time, I have the strength. I will never leave you again. I can protect you, and no one can hurt you again!"

Lake said happily, holding the green-haired girl's hand tightly.

But this time, the forest witch did not leave to answer. She took a deep breath, looked at the golden bird on the treetop not far away, and then looked at the Poro.

Then, she looked at Lake with a serious expression and said:

"No, child, don't stay with me. There are friends waiting for you, and there is an appointment ahead of you—"

As the forest witch spoke, she held Lake's hands, raised her head, and looked at Lake with her light green pupils.

There was a mixture of reluctance, pride, determination, etc. in his expression.

"Don't stay for me too long, you should go, Lake."

She spoke again word by word.

Lake's eyes turned red, but she still smiled stiffly and asked in a low voice:
"Grandma, you can come with us," "I want to, but I'm old..."

The green-haired girl was stunned for a moment as she spoke. She picked up the vines attached to her body and changed her words, "I'm still young. I've just revived and haven't regained all my strength yet. I need to wait here. I still need some time to recover..."

"We can wait—"

Lake blurted out anxiously.

"No, I don't want to hold you back. Don't wait any longer. You won't see that day."

The forest witch said, looking towards Poro, then reluctantly let go of Lake's hand and said to the girl word by word, "Lake, I can sense my life state.

Although my life was successfully revived this time, the world is still pursuing my death.

I can feel the life in you enveloping me, it’s warm, like the sun on a spring day – it keeps me alive.

But I can also feel that the world's deadness is slowly growing stronger."

The forest witch hesitated when she said this, then spread out her delicate arms, as if one could see the magic flowing in them.

All around her, on the ground where she stepped, some green grass stems broke through the soil.

The trees not far away also gradually sprouted some new buds:

"I can't help you much by following you. Only in the forest can I delay the arrival of that final day as much as possible."

The forest witch said, opening her arms and hugging Lake, then gently patting Lake's back, which was trembling from sobbing:

"Go, son, and do what you have to do."

"Um……"

Lake choked with sobs and nodded continuously, hugging the forest witch who was slightly smaller than herself, and whispered, "I understand, Grandma.

I will never forget you, and I will let the spring sunshine shine on you forever!"

……

The door of the cabin opened and little Yida walked out.

She waved to Lake and the others, and the flower on her shoulder also raised its leaves and waved gently.

The gray-haired girl had a small bag on her back.

It was bulging, as if it contained a lot of things.

"Where are you headed?"

Lake and Poro were stunned. Judging from the way little Yida was dressed, it seemed like she was going on a long journey and leaving the forest.

"Just like you thought, I need to go on a long trip. Uh, you won't kill me, right?"

Little Yida asked with a half-joking smile, then pointed to the wooden house behind him, "If you want to live here, my wooden house can be moved out of your way."

As she spoke, she looked at the green-haired lolita-looking forest witch, "And, this... uh, little sister?

You will need to recuperate for a long time, right?"

"Yes, I will protect this forest."

The forest witch nodded slightly.

"Little Yida, where are you going again?"

Lake asked with some confusion.

"Of course, it's to allow this world to survive the fate of death for a while longer."

Little Yida smiled and said, "Going to the Witch Tea Party. Even though I don't trust them, it's the most likely magical solution to save the world that I've come across."

As he spoke, little Yida stretched out his hand and made a light pinch in the air.

An envelope shining with magic light instantly appeared between her fingers.

The envelope was made of magical plant materials, and on the wax of the envelope, there was a slightly complicated mark engraved.

Under the stimulation of magic, it appeared a faint shadow.

Twelve serpentine lines, connected in the center, radiate out in all directions at equal distances, like a burning golden sun.

Seeing this moment, Poro was stunned for a moment.

"Looks familiar, doesn't it? You should have figured out what it's for, right?"

Little Yida smiled, and with her slender finger, she pointed towards Lake, Poro, and the others not far away.
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be holding the invitation from Gluttony."

Then, Poro saw the envelope he had received from Sweet, shimmering as it floated out of the package and appeared in front of little Yida.

At this moment, among the twelve magic patterns on the surface of the envelope, a green one was glowing.

This energy is similar to the magical fluctuations around Xiao Yida.

"At the first Witch Tea Party, we created and executed a plan, but... it took a drastic turn.

Although it didn’t fail, after that, we had no confidence in its success.”

As Little Yida spoke, she placed her hand on the envelope of the Gluttonous Witch, then gently pulled it out. A series of colorful runes popped out, and she unlocked the maze lock, then modified it to form a new seal and stuck it on.
"However, after witnessing your magic today, I feel that we, and even the world, will have new choices."

Little Yida smiled and handed the modified envelope to Poro.

Poro looked at the envelope in his hand. Its maze had been unlocked. He only needed to inject magic power into it to replace one of the three ineffective magic patterns among the twelve.

"I think the remaining... uh, nine companions might be looking forward to seeing your magic."

Little Ida said.

"Are you sure that the other witches are all good people?"

Lake on the side hesitated for a moment and asked. After all, the first people she and Poro encountered were the Mirror Witch, the Red Witch, and even the Gluttony Witch.

The impression they gave to the others was not very good.

Only little Yida was able to redeem some of his views on this magic organization.

"I'm not sure, but the only thing I'm sure of is that no one wants this world to die."

Little Yida said calmly, and a dead tree puppet bent its branches, lifted Little Yida onto it, and began to walk away.

"But I still need to contact them first. After all, you killed... three members. It doesn't matter to me, but it may not matter to the others."

Little Yida said, waving to Lake and the others, "Wait for my news. When the time comes, I will inform you through an envelope."

She raised her magic envelope, and her gray figure disappeared behind the withered forest.

"Then, it's time for us to set off..."

The two horses walked forward, rubbed Lake's palm, and neighed.

The girl took a deep breath, adjusted her bright red cloak, tightened the Star-Killing Sword at her waist, tiptoed slightly, and jumped onto her horse.

She turned sideways and waved toward the tangled vines in front of the cabin.

At this time, starting from the vines, the cracked ground mixed with flower graves has grown into a green meadow under the magic of the forest witch.

"Goodbye, Lake, and Little Wolf."

The forest witch leaned against the vines and waved.

Then, Poro jumped onto the carriage, a golden bird flew up from the woods and landed on Lake's shoulder, and the carriage went in another direction with the neighing of horses.

The rolling wheels left two long marks on the ground.

"Miss Bird, where are we going after this?"

"Looking for someone who used to be a prince, but now... he should be the king."

"king?"

"Yes, just like the witch just now, I and some other survivors of Paradise are also looking for the possibility of reversing the collapse."

"What kind of place are we going to next?"

"A place... closer to the center of the world, where there are many countries, far more than the ones you have passed through."

(End of this chapter)