Chapter 152: Path Of Connection
The witch burned.
She burned, and there was nothing that could be done to stop it now. This was the perfect opportunity to continue their voyage back to the cauldron prison and to find the reinforcement they needed there. Although, the more Agatha burned, the more Junk realized that they no longer said reinforcement.
Everything had changed. As all of September's mana was used to burn the witch, the red, magical shield surrounding the demon and the pumpkin entity faded away. No longer required as well. The Minotaur pulled out of Pepo after filling her up quite nicely. Meanwhile, as Agatha weakened, the brave and innocent men awoken and felt like they were finally coming back to their form selves, coming back to their real and normal selves. Once they awoke, they were confused, which was perfectly understandable.
They dropped to their knees after standing for so long. They didn't know where they were. And, then, they heard it. They heard her. Just as much as the others did, September, Pepo and Junk, they heard the witch with the eye patch, screaming as she was burning. She was still flying on her broomstick, escaping as she had been turned into a fireball. September was absolutely enraged. She was still planning to go after her. Even though she was burning to death, she was still going after the burning witch. For the longest time, it felt there would be no way to stop her. The witch duel had been going on for quite a while at this point.
It had been going on for far too long. By the time Agatha attempted to escape as she burned, it was dusk. Soon, it would be nighttime in this town. They had spent the entire day, dueling with her. Fortunately for the group, they had won. They had defeated Agatha. Junk could be seen helping the local men who had recently been brainwashed by the eye patch witch.
"What happened to us?" one of the men asked the demon.
"You weren't yourselves. Everything is better now," he replied to him. All the other men listened to the horned demon. They did.
"You are not going to escape like this!" September shouted after Agatha as she desperately attempted to leave town. Going away from September. Moving away from the fight as soon as possible.
"September! She's not worth it! Don't go after her!" the Minotaur barked at his master. Telling her not to chase after her.
"What?" she stopped in midair. Looked down at her demon. "And who are you to tell me what to do exactly?" she asked him.
"I'm just an ass-hole who is telling you not to go after her alone. As she said earlier, and as you already know, she is not alone. She is part of The Orange Order. We must be careful," the Minotaur explained to the Autumn witch. Barely managing to reason with her. She looked at Agatha leaving, escaping.
She didn't go after her. Junk had convinced her. She then slowly descended to the ground. Making it back down, with Junk, Pepo, and the local men. The innocent men who all looking up at her, their hero was coming back for them. Even though Junk and Pepo had done a lot, if not, most of the heavy lifting, they still only had eyes for September, the dethroned, renegade witch of their dreams. But who could possibly blame them?
She was gorgeous.
She was powerful. And most important of all, she used to be a decent Witch Queen before getting replaced with her younger sister. The men bowed to her. They felt like they weren't worthy.
"Thanks for saving us, Witch Queen…" the men said to her.
"And what? We didn't do anything?" Junk argued, shrugging before giving up on even trying to make them understand that September would have been able to defeat Agatha without the cultivation connecting. But this didn't matter now. They were just waking up from having been turned into mindless zombies. The Minotaur understood that it was more significant to give them a break and to go with it. Anyway, September had a wonderful job at battling Agatha at the end of the day. Everyone helped to defeat her.
"I am glad you are all okay…" September said to the innocent men as she hovered over them with the use of her floating broomstick. She smiled. A bit. She was legitimately glad they were okay. Especially since they were cheering for her and supporting right from the start, much before she even did anything for them. Before they even did anything for them in the first place. Which was sort of wonderful.
"She is glad we are okay… I love her so much…" one of the men said, so glad to still be alive and to meeting her. Everything was immensely appreciated. They deeply enjoyed her presence.
"God… What I'd give to have a night with her…" another one of the men mentioned. They were naturally aroused by her. A lot."
"You can dream, man. You can dream," his buddy said to him. In the end, they knew it was never going to happen. Never.
"Master. I feel like I am nearly completely out of mana. Do you mind if I?‒" Pepo was still lying down on her four, with the demon's semen, overflowing out of her as she began asking the former Witch Queen, and her master, if she could potentially come back to her realm. But September knew what she was going to ask her, long before she could ever finish her sentence. The Autumn witch knew.
"‒Of course. You have been more than useful, Pepo. Go rest," she told her to come back to her world. Her plane of existence.
"Thank you," Pepo then soon vanished, crawling back into the ground. Therefore, becoming one with the earth once more.
Then, the next moment, the warden and a large group of guards stormed the street. The reinforcement were finally here. It took a long time, but they were finally here. They had been informed of a major incident happening in town.
"September. What the hell is happening here?" the warden asked her.
"Warden. You have to send your best girls after this dangerous witch. I burned her. She should be easy to find."