Chapter 61: Carving & Cultivation
"I think I got an idea. Hear me out. What if we fix what has been broken?" The Minotaur was right about pitching something as an idea. The two women were listening to him, but they weren't hoping for much, honestly. April was a little more than September.
"What is your idea, Junk?" the elvish beauty demanded him.
"I'm almost looking forward to what you are going to propose. Almost," the Autumn witch barely gave him a look.
"Well, I just said it. Are you not following me? What if we fix what has been broken?" Junk repeated himself, more confidently.
"Ah! What an ingenious idea!" April was getting excited.
"No. I understood that, but how are we supposed to make this happen? We are not talking about a conventional cauldron here. This is an ancient and magical one that I could probably reassemble myself through the use of my magic, but there is no telling if it's going to work as efficiently as it used to be. Not only that, but it could be dangerous for the one who magically reassembles it," she explained.
"How come? Why is it dangerous?" the Minotaur asked her.
"The broken pieces of the cauldron still possess so much power. Reassembling it could then cause a short circuit of mana into my body and cause me to be hurt or worse. It's not worth it," she said. No one here wanted to be hurt to the point of not being able to come back to the surface and to make one of these underground chambers their tomb. Staying here, alongside the renovated old house and the mysterious green elemental entity that was now haunting it.
"Then, I'll do it. I don't care," the Minotaur surprised them.
"What? No! Junk! It's too dangerous! She just said!"
"Would you be willing to take the risk to try something?"
"Yes, Witch Queen," he firmly responded to September. He wasn't even only ready to go, he was excited about it. "You told me earlier that you wanted me to learn this 'carving' ability or something like that. This is the kind of thing that you would use to repair the cauldron, right? I don't want you to risk everything for a mistake I've made. I broke it. I will fix it. It's as simple as that. If I die, it doesn't really matter because I'm just another monster following you, witch. Another monster is going to be taking my place after me to become your new champion, and nothing will be lost at the end of the day."
"Junk! No! It doesn't work like that! We don't want to lose you here, and I'm not going to allow it! Do you hear me!" April said.
"It's not up to you, April. I want to do it. That's it."
"This is a great idea. Like Junk just said. We don't lose anything if the mana in his body is unbalanced because of a magical short circuit. Even if you die, we could probably replace you. I can't be replaced. I'm sorry, April. But think straight for a minute. That's the only way. It's a fair trade. The cauldron is more valuable than he is. I thought about this for a while, and if we are able to restore the cauldron, the entity it created, this elemental would most likely go away, and we could then use the old cauldron of my master to have a chance to fight against our enemies, including Monsoon. Without forgetting to mention that the witches that are against us, all have powerful cauldrons. If this one remains broken, we don't. Which puts us at a big disadvantage. But with the cauldron, we will be able to make potions for us and our future monsters. We will be able to conjure spells that are going to change everything and save our lives when the time comes. Like I said, this is a fair trade," she explained.
"This is a fair trade?" April murmured to herself, saddened.
"Alright. We are doing this. I may have never done any training for this type of thing, but let's give it a shot," he said.
"There is no better way to learn that right there on the spot, in the heat of the moment, on the job," September agreed with him.
The next moment, the Minotaur was sitting on the floor in the middle of the witch kitchen with his legs crossed together. He was no longer wearing his thick set of armor. He was completely bare. His eyes were shut. He seemed at peace. The broken pieces of the cauldron were all around him. Waiting for him to pick up the pieces and fix everything. April and September were standing on both sides of him. No one was saying a thing. The Minotaur had been told to relax and meditate. Then, when the time came, the Autumn witch slowly and silently walked behind Junk and placed her hands on his horns. Holding on to him. Almost as if she was riding him.
"Let's begin…" the Witch Queen murmured in the room.
The next instant, Junk was transported somewhere else. Physically, he was still in the room with the girls. Spiritually, it was in another realm. The same realm he once was, the only time he had any form of pumpkin cultivation training in the tower. There, he opened his eyes and stood up. He was alone. For the longest time.
"Hello?" the Minotaur yelled out.
"There you are again," he was surprised by the same jack-o-lantern woman he met that time he trained in the tower, as he had been linked to one of the pumpkins there. The orange beauty with the voluptuous forms sneaked up on him. She chuckled as she made him jump a bit.
"It's you!"
"How are you, sweetie?" she asked him.
"Could be better."
"Aw! So, you came here to see me again, so I could make you feel better? Is that it?" she asked him. But at the same time as she said this, she placed one hand on his cock and began jerking him off. Arousing him, he turned hard in a matter of a few seconds.
Back in the old house under the marsh, one of the broken cauldron pieces suddenly began moving a bit on its own…