Reincarnated Witch’s Carefree Gourmet Journey – Chapter 120

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐰

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐰

While Rugnis was stamping his feet in frustration, the Capital City found itself in a dire situation.

“Ah!” “Noo!” “Help!”

Countless insects had invaded the Capital City.

They were shiny black and appeared hard.

They were terrifying monsters known as demonic insects.

They used to reside in Horai Mountain but were driven out of their homes by Martha’s magical creatures, descending to the mortal realm.

Demonic insects feed on humans.

Coincidentally, there were plenty of tasty-looking humans gathered.

The insects launched their attack, aiming to devour humans.

“Everyone! Run to the castle. . . . . .!”

Led by the Knight Commander, the knights valiantly challenge the demonic insects.

However. . . . . .

“Commander, our attacks aren’t getting through!”

“Our blows are all repelled by the enemy’s outer shell!”

The outer shell that covers the demonic insects boasts a hardness comparable to orichalcum.

The steel swords used by the knights can’t cut through the shell and inflict damage.

Weapons imbued with magic might work, but there’s no way to supply such expensive items to all the knights.

Therefore. . . . . .

“Ah, ahhhhh!”

“Hey! Are you alright?!”

One of the knights loses his right arm.

It was consumed by a demonic insect.

The demonic insects let out a creepy creaking laugh as they gorge on the knight’s arm.

Witnessing this, the knights are terrified, and their morale drops.

“Don’t run! Face them!”

In such dire circumstances, the Knight Commander tries to inspire his men, using his shield to try to halt the demonic insects’ advance.

“If we flee, the people of the Capital City will die! We must protect the king and his people, for the sake of our knights’ honor!”

Amidst the fear of the demonic insects, only the Knight Commander bravely stands to fight the enemy.

Seeing him, the knights muster what courage they can and confront the demonic insects.

. . . . . .Meanwhile.

Riots were breaking out in the castle.

“Where is the Saint!” “Where is the Saint!” “Saint!”

The citizens of the Capital City, who had taken refuge in the castle, were searching for Saint Griselda.

“What happened to the barrier!” “Right! Wasn’t this country supposed to be safe because of the Saint’s barrier!”

The anger of the citizens of the Capital City was directed at the Saint.

Nobles were included among them.

The residents of the Capital City were burdened with high taxes.

That was because, unlike other places, the Capital City was the one place most blessed by the Saint’s barrier.

Moreover, Griselda’s regular demeanor was also bad.

She always strutted around the Capital City arrogantly.

Whenever someone in the Capital City tried to object, she’d lord over them, saying, “Have you forgotten that I’m the one protecting this city?”

. . . . . .All of that was now coming back to haunt Griselda.

“Damn it! What do you expect me to do?!”

Griselda curled up on the bed, waiting for time to pass.

If she could just rebuild the barrier, this commotion would likely settle down.

However, now that Marie’s Enhancement Magic was gone, there was nothing she could do.

“Come out!” “Where’s the Saint?!”

“You’re taking our hard-earned money, so work for it!” “Don’t slack off while looking down on us!”

The dissatisfaction of the Capital City’s residents was now erupting.

Adding to Griselda’s usual behavior, the current emergency.

Everyone was looking for an outlet for their stress.

And their ire was now aimed at the Saint, Griselda, who wasn’t fulfilling her role by putting up the barrier.

Yes, to the unaware citizens, it seemed like Griselda was slacking off during an emergency, neither showing her face nor setting up the barrier.

. . . . . .But even if she explained the situation, the chaos would not subside.

“It’s all my stupid sister’s fault! That woman. . . . . . causing trouble for me. . . . . . damn it!”

In truth, Marie hadn’t caused any trouble for Griselda.

Griselda’s incompetence was her own doing, and the riot was also due to her regular behavior.

Was it Marie’s fault for not warning Griselda that her absence would cause trouble?

. . . . . .Unfortunately, Marie had clearly explained this when she was disengaged and banished.

That things would become troublesome if she were not around.

. . . . . .And Griselda, who refused to listen, was the one at fault.

In the end, the current situation was entirely Griselda’s own doing.

Knowing that doesn’t change the situation, though.

Just when she was wondering what to do, that’s when it happened.

“Move! You people! I am the Crown Prince!”

“! P, Prince Rugnis. . . . . .”

This is bad. I didn’t want to meet Rugnis in this state.

The door creaked open, and Rugnis entered.


“Y, Your Highness. . . . . . I’m sorry. I can’t put up the barrier because of my sister’s curse. . . . . .”

Might as well blame it all on her sister at this point.

It’s the only way to survive.

However. . . . . . Rugnis grabbed Griselda’s hand and tried to pull her outside.

“W, Where to. . . . . .?”

“Outside the castle!”

“Outside?! No, please stop, I’ll die!”

Outside, an enormous number of magical creatures were lurking.

Going out would just result in her death.

“It’s alright! Griselda, you won’t lose to a mere curse!”

“. . . . . .What?”

“When in a pinch, I’m sure your power will awaken and overcome the curse!”

. . . . . .Rugnis was terribly mistaken.

He thought the reason she was in a pinch was because of a weakening curse by Marie.

So if she overcame the curse, her usual powers would return and peace would be restored to the Capital City. . . . . .

But that’s where he’s wrong.

I’m not weakened; the strengthening magic has simply worn off.

Yes, this current state is Griselda’s true power.

Rugnis didn’t understand that.

“Let’s go! You’ll be fine if you use your true power!”

“N, No, I don’t want to die!”

“What are you talking about! Step forward and show your power now, or the responsibility will even fall on me who defended you!”

This prince was also trying to make Griselda use her power for his own self-preservation.

The failure of Griselda falls on the responsibility of the crown prince who selected her as the Saint. . . . . .

“Ah, why does it have to be like this!”

It was her own doing.

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