City of Witches - Chapter 1158
As with any group, it is difficult to define Hexennacht in a single word.
In particular, since all relationships are based on the premise of the law of the jungle, the personalities of the individuals that make up the city are also varied.
However, if their ideology were to be summarized in a single word, it would be well-explained as ‘extreme witchcraft’.
So what is witchcraft?
It is fulfilling the duty of a witch.
So what is the duty of a witch?
It is to pioneer the path of magic and achieve the miracles accomplished by the Witch of Creation.
In this process, everything else is a by-product, and laws and morals are nothing more than fetters for the ordinary.
Any witch should not be bound by insignificant rules and should devote themselves to a higher cause.
Of course, this is the height of arrogance, but the witches even affirm that arrogance.
A witch should be arrogant, haughty, conceited, egotistical, and opinionated.
One must burn with pure obsession without a single doubt about the greatness of a witch.
That is ‘witchiness’.
That is why humans are all the more unforgivable.
The only advantage of having a large number is that the throng of ants overpowered the sacred and insulted the transcendent with insignificant technology.
They dared to get their hands on something that should not be crossed and defiled something that should not be defiled.
That is why the citizens of Hexennacht, who had not been properly united until now and had been divided while looking after their own interests, united faster than Gehenna and gathered under the flag of Qliphoth.
Because the witches are those who have found the answer.
The correct answer to what is right and what is wrong in the blurry boundary between good and evil.
Moscow Kremlin Palace.
The exterior, with its sturdy walls and towers made of red and white bricks, was reminiscent of a fortress rather than a center of power, and the interior, rather than a fortress, was reminiscent of a magnificent cathedral of the Russian Orthodox Church, bringing to mind a religious cultural heritage.
The symbol of history and power, which had served as the political center of the Second World since the days when Russia was still the Soviet Union, has now become a dormitory where 300 witches reside.
Among them, the residence chosen by Orcelia, the leader of Qliphoth, the ‘Witch of Proverbs’, was the Terem Palace.
A colorful domed building that blended Russian and Baroque architectural styles.
The interior is decorated with delicate woodwork and gold ornaments, and the sacred murals show off the aesthetics of Russia.
The fact that it was designed to be a living space for the emperor, empress, and other members of the imperial family was also quite appealing.
“Oh, my. Oh, my. I never expected you to do this well.”
A dining room so large that it could accommodate a basketball game if the table was cleared.
Orcelia, facing Finn, entertained Finn with a grand dinner today as well.
“Thanks to you, the era of witches that should have shown their brilliance earlier has arrived.”
Gehenna, still haunted by the ghost of Duke Qhether, is still fighting among themselves, claiming to maintain a vague order.
Seizing the opportunity, Hexennacht, united by a sense of crisis and anger, quickly conquered several countries and declared a witch empire.
To thoroughly domesticate humans so that history does not repeat itself.
In addition, the ultimate purpose of this declaration is to get their hands on the glory that they should have enjoyed until now.
All of this is thanks to the video that Finn released and the ‘stigma’ of the angel, which cannot be implemented with current technology.
I asked you to bring a game-changer that would turn the situation upside down if you wanted to start a war for revenge….
To be honest, I never imagined you would do such a great job.
“Is there anything you want me to do? Oh, you can eat the food in front of you. It’s a rabbit dish specially prepared for you.”
Orselia smiled gently, as if she had never been so rude.
Finn’s answer was the same from the beginning.
“Kill Sin Xiu.”
“That will be difficult.”
“What?”
“If you kill Count Gesed, Gehenna might become even more united. We are just getting started.”
Orselia, who had been acting as if she would even pull out Finn’s entrails, swallowed the meat she had stabbed with a fork without changing her tone.
Laughter appeared in Orselia’s desolate purple eyes.
“And I’ve thought about it carefully… I don’t think I need you anymore. The reason I left you was to help digest the upper part of Solidus smoothly… As you can see, we’re all getting along well now.”
In fact, it was something that should have been brought up as a public service.
Finn, as a competent secretary, knew enough to think this way.
Finn had shown all his cards, and if he had no more cards to show, he had no use for Orselia.
However, his blind vengeance had narrowed his vision and prevented him from predicting the obvious outcome.
Finn hardened his expression and tried to persuade her.
“I’m still useful to you.”
“No, you are no longer attractive to me. I think you will continue to bother me in the future, and it will be difficult if you suddenly come up with strange information and change the flow. I would appreciate it if you would leave quietly.”
-Thud
Starting from Orselia’s bare arm, up to her chest and face.
Her skin began to split all over her body, like a poppy bud blooming.
The split skin soon became a mouth.
In the cracks of the fissures filled with sharp teeth, like the chewing apparatus of a grotesque creature, purple mist swirled, and dozens of rolling eyeballs stared at Finn.
A self-made magic called ‘Erichthon’, named after the king who ate his own body due to the curse of hunger.
It may seem like primitive magic, but Finn knows.
Just a few hours ago, Orselia devoured the nuclear explosion that had erupted over her head with that magic.
“Aren’t you going to eat the rabbit dish? I put some thought into it since it’s your last supper.”
Finn shook his head.
Orselia’s countless mouths opened wide.
2.
After finishing her meal, Orselia hummed a tune.
For dessert, she spread soft, greasy liver on a rough rye bread.
-Clack, clack
A witch entered the dining room, her heels ringing on the marble floor.
It was much later than expected.
“You still haven’t given up your filthy eating habits? Orselia. Does it really taste good?”
“Of course. The liver is a symbol of courage and vitality.”
“What are you eating goose liver or something…”
“Only those who have nothing but goose fat eat foie gras. And you, who call yourself the ‘Witch of Time’, are always late. Look at the clock.”
The witch, who had entered without a word and expressionlessly, frowned at the empty table.
It was clear that she was more annoyed than scared.
She covered her mouth with a handkerchief lightly scented with perfume, as if she didn’t even want to smell it.
“What about Tiamat?”
“The Green Witch is taking a little longer. She’s on her last shopping spree or something.”
Orcelia, who had finished eating the dessert with a satisfied expression, clapped her hands and handsome-faced servants rushed in to clear the table.
Each of the servants, who had become puppets with their reason ( reason) removed, moved in unison to set down freshly brewed hot coffee and a dessert tower.
One of them diligently massaged Orcelia’s shoulder with a dull look in his eyes.
“Hmm, a little more to the left. That’s it. As expected, a massage from a handsome man is the best.”
‘Time Witch’ Elara Kronos, who had been looking at her with a look of bewilderment, lifted her coffee cup.
Aside from the witch’s mysterious beauty, which made it impossible to guess her age, she wore modern clothes and make-up without any sense of sense of dissonance.
With her neatly tied-up hair and suit, and the addition of rimless glasses, she was more reminiscent of a career woman belonging to a large law firm than a witch.
The modern-feeling make-up also contributed to this impression.
However, Elara, who had the appearance of a refined modern beauty, was an ‘old witch’ just like Orcelia.
This meant that she was an outcast who had not been succeeded for over a thousand years and had never been banished.
Pin’s active had brought about an unexpected harvest.
Unlike Orcelia, who had accepted the position of Chief of the Qliphoth after being offered a lot of food, Elara was a witch who hardly ever moved and stayed in her nest unless absolutely necessary.
The other old witch who would soon arrive here, the ‘Green Witch’, also liked to travel leisurely and was an indifferent witch.
Those who had become worn out over the long years and had no particular interest in worldly affairs had moved their heavy buttocks.
This was to give strength to Hexennacht.
To be more precise, it was to prevent the catastrophe that humans would cause.
“How have you been?”
“Don’t ask if you’re not curious.”
“We’re going to be working together on something big in the future, so shouldn’t we at least be friendly?”
“That sounds creepy. Once I’m done with my business, I won’t have to see your face again.”
The term ‘old witch’ itself does not necessarily refer to a faction.
However, in terms of their disposition, they are close to being ‘public’.
With the exception of Duke Qeteth, who created Gehenna, and Duke Erelim, who assisted him, all the old witches have opposed Qeteth’s justice for a long time and are not on good terms with Gehenna either.
“So, war?”
“I’ll call it preparation for war. I hate fighting.”
Soon after, the ‘Green Witch, Verda Tiamat’ also arrived.
“Hello, friends….”
The witch with green hair like a bush entered with a gloomy expression that seemed to embrace all the suffering in the world, carrying shopping bags on her side.
The surprising thing was that Verda had the appearance and physique of an elementary school upperclassman at best.
Therefore, the shawl on her shoulders, the short one-piece dress, the high heels, and the heavy make-up created a severe disharmony with her young appearance, reminiscent of a pubescent daughter who had dressed up without her mother’s knowledge.
It was a famous anecdote that she had killed her own master at the age of 13 and succeeded the brand on her own, which was still talked about even now.
“I’m so sad. I won’t be able to enjoy shopping like this anymore.”
The world is changing.
The old things that had been hiding themselves have also awakened from their long sleep in accordance with the flow of change.
Two 23rd-rankers have joined Hexennacht.