Reincarnated Witch’s Carefree Gourmet Journey – Chapter 125

𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭-𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚

𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭-𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚

Marie went off to face Martha in a decisive battle, meanwhile at that time.

Marie’s younger sister, Griselda, had arrived outside the castle, leading a large entourage and Prince Rugnis of Rugnis.

Truthfully, she never wanted to leave the castle in the first place.

Currently, Griselda was without Marie’s enhancement magic, returned to her original weakened state.

However, those around her were unaware of Griselda’s circumstances.

They wanted Saint Griselda to somehow handle the situation. No, they were contributing a lot of money to the Saint, so she should work for her keep.

Unable to withstand the pressure any longer, Griselda reluctantly went outside the castle to recast the barrier.

This was because Griselda had to visually confirm the subject for the barrier to be set.

Of course, this was merely a required step because Griselda’s barrier magic skills were still immature.

Truly skilled barrier mages could cast a barrier on a target without even looking. Marie was the same.

Now, outside the castle, Griselda witnessed something unbelievable.

“What is this. . . . . .?”

“What is happening. . . . . .?”

Griselda, Rugnis, and many other knights saw it for themselves.

A magician who defeated a horde of orcs in a single blow.

The existence of a Witch. . . . . . Marie and her magic.

“No. . . . . . this can’t be! Impossible! Why would Marie use magic!?”

Magic was a miraculous technique that existed long ago.

It could incinerate forests in an instant, bring down heavy rains, create storms, and even char dragons with a single bolt of lightning.

But over time, the technology of magic declined, and it was believed that no one in this world could use magic anymore.

Yet, her sister, whom everyone looked down upon as a failure, demonstrated such a miraculous technique.

The shock for Griselda was tremendous.

“I can’t believe it. . . . . . I won’t believe it. . . . . .”

But her voice was frail.

Because she saw it with her own eyes, her sister using magic.

People only see what they want to see.

However, when faced with the truth right in front of them, they have no choice but to accept it.

“Marie was. . . . . . a magician!”

Rugnis’s words quickly spread among the knights present.

“Marie-sama is a Witch?” “The daughter of Duke Gordeau?” “Impossible.” “But you saw it, that black-haired beauty using magic!”

The atmosphere was buzzing.

The knights were completely captivated by Marie’s magic.

It couldn’t be helped.

They had just been in a dire situation, being attacked by an army of orcs.

And from that predicament, someone saved the citizens of the Capital City in a dazzling way.

It wasn’t the Saint, but the Witch.

Not the competent younger sister, but the supposedly inferior elder sister.

Jealousy towards her sister began to sprout within Griselda.

“Whoa! Awesome!” “Witch-sama is amazing!” “She’s way more reliable than the Saint!” “Absolutely! Long live Witch-sama!” “Long live!”

The seed of jealousy grows, nurtured by the thunderous applause for Marie.

Griselda trembles with anger and. . . . . .

“Don’t you dare mock me! All of you!”

Griselda shouts, her face flushed red.

The knights, who were elated with victory, fell silent in an instant.

An emotional Griselda raises her voice.

“What do you mean, ‘more witch than saint’? Are you kidding me? Have you forgotten all I’ve done for you?”

“Griselda, calm down. A lady should not use such crass language. . . . . .”

Rugnis attempts to soothe the agitated Griselda.

But Griselda notices something: the reverence once in Rugnis’ eyes towards her has vanished.

They were not the eyes directed at a saint, a chosen being capable of miracles.

Just the eyes one has for a mere lover. . . . . . Unacceptable.

I must be better than my sister.

I must possess a more divine power than her.

I can’t stand that my sister has magical powers, that rare and miraculous strength.

I can’t stand being considered inferior to her.

“Hey Rugnis! Arrest these disrespectful knights and execute them!”

“What?! What kind of nonsense are you spouting?!”

Knights are shields for the people.

They are indispensable in a world overrun and threatened by magical creatures.

Capture them? Execute them?

“That’s impossible!”

“Why not?! Do it! You’re in love with me, aren’t you? If your lover says to do it, then do it!”

Griselda has cast aside her saintly facade, revealing her pure ego.

She makes unreasonable demands, attempting to impose her will.

Even though she understands this is not the time for it. . . . . .

After all, this is the true nature of a fake saint.

“Let everyone praising that damn sister of mine be executed! Die, die, die! Anyone who mocks me should just die! Right, Rugnis?!”

“. . . . . .”


Gone was the image of Griselda as a saint in his eyes.

She was just a selfish woman. . . . . .

The magic called “love” was broken.

All he saw before him was a woman of terrible character, nothing but selfishness.

“. . . . . .someone, anyone. Lock this woman up in a cell.”

“. . . . . .What?”

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