Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 427 Pizza Delivery
The empire's prime minister was eventually exposed.

Ethan, who had recently had several private conversations with the Chancellor, was naturally identified by the royal family as a remnant of the Violet Commune. However, the old woman's arrival answered his question about Balmon not having an ahoge (cowlick) – it now seems that Balmon is not a true member of Margaret's family.

"Surrender, you scoundrel!"

The guards shouted.

Since that momentous change, the Violet Commune has become a taboo word in the capital, and the remnants that should have been eradicated during the reign of Henry V have now risen again.

"Roger that!"

Ethan said, looking at the hunched old woman and her right hand behind her back.

It seems that this old woman is not completely senile. This time, what appeared between her fingers were not a few dough balls, but five small but exquisite silver flying blades.

"Now that you've discovered it, there's no point in hiding it anymore."

Ethan got up and picked up the dough that was not yet fully formed in the transparent container.

As a remnant of the Violet Commune, he naturally wouldn't surrender easily. Anyone in such a predicament would fight to the death with the guards who came to besiege him.

What's more, he had just learned the life's work of an assassin master from this old woman.

Seeing Ethan's actions, the guards also prepared for battle. Although they wore the same armor, they adopted completely different fighting stances due to their different classes.

Swords, daggers, staffs, bows and arrows...

In an instant, their attacks transformed into streaks of light from all directions, hurtling towards Ethan.

"Profound Technique..."

Ethan didn't back down, but went straight to everyone and shouted, "Pizza delivery!"

As the flour sack ruptured, white powder scattered throughout the room like a shower of flowers. The old woman, who was about to attack, froze. After the muffled thud, the whole room fell silent, and all the attacks vanished without a trace. She retreated to a corner of the room, watching the scene ahead warily.

The lesson about "Margherita pizza" that just came up was spontaneous.

She sensed the approaching crowd. The glass containers and flour were a trick to confuse the intruders and make them focus all their attention on Ethan. She would then launch a surprise attack at the right moment to create an opportunity for Ethan to escape.

She had experienced the same scene before. The patriarch entrusted the last bloodline of the family to her, and then resolutely led his men into the royal city.

However, she is much older now, and her skills have deteriorated due to a lack of training over a long period of time. As she is now, she probably can no longer escape from the net of the Imperial Guards and the Imperial Army as she once did.

Therefore, the moment she came to meet Ethan, she was prepared to die in battle.

Even if it means using herself as bait, she must create an escape route for Ethan.

Just as the master said, as long as those who inherit their will exist, the Violet Commune will not perish. She has been secretly watching Ethan these days and has come to understand the young master's attitude towards this peer.

This is the "hope" that the master mentioned.

Now, it is her turn to pave the way for this new hope.

"Moriko, you're very clever."

This time, her speech became clearer. The flour flying everywhere was the opportunity created by Ethan. "Leave this place to me, run out of the royal city, don't look back. Lance has already gathered some men, go find him, and then rescue the young master!"

She finally sensed Ethan's location amidst the dust of flour, and deliberately spoke towards the other end to confuse the guards, and also to make them notice her presence and know that she was also a remnant of the Violet Commune.

When people lose their sight, they become reliant on hearing.

His words just now would undoubtedly make him a target for the guards to attack.

"What are you standing there for? Don't worry about me, this place is no different from my own backyard, I can easily shake them off!"

The old woman was extremely anxious, but Ethan did not heed her advice. Even more strangely, she could no longer sense the presence of anyone else.

Finally, Ethan's voice broke the uneasy atmosphere.

"Don't worry, I have taken good care of the guests in the store."

The old woman was taken aback.

She felt this was perhaps the most reassuring sound; it sounded like coded language, implying that she had eliminated all the attackers, but…

When was it completed?

She heard a muffled thud, and then there was no more sound.

She could only wait there until the white dust disappeared. The first thing she saw was Ethan's figure, which seemed to have suddenly grown countless times larger, standing between her and the guards. In front of him were the guards, who were lying in disarray. This was definitely the most bizarre way of dying she had ever seen in her life.

Each person had a flatbread spread out over their face, making them look like they had suffocated to death.

"Thanks to you, my magic has improved a step further."

Ethan's voice was low.

The old woman was startled. She suddenly realized that she actually knew nothing about Ethan and the white-haired little girl, their origins, or their identities.

But upon closer reflection, how could someone who dared to break into the royal city and confront the imperial guards be an ordinary person who was powerless to even kill a chicken?

But what about the spell Ethan just mentioned?

What does this have to do with dough balls?
Her words just now were purely a rhetoric to mislead the guards; even a three-year-old in Gear City knows that Margaret's signature pizza isn't for hitting people.

"What exactly is this..."

"My upgraded flour element is complete."

Ethan lowered his head, staring at his raised right hand. Every word he spoke struck the old woman's heart like a heavy hammer: "As you can see, I am an elemental sculptor."

Elemental Shaper?
Judging from the name, she is probably one of the branches of the Archmage class. She had dealt with many Archmages when she was young and knew that some of them were good at fighting with ice, fire, lightning and earth. But what the heck is flour element?

This was, of course, something Ethan just made up, but he wasn't making it up randomly; it was based on solid scientific evidence—just like when the Mochi Fruit first appeared, many people considered it a Logia-type Devil Fruit.

After the old woman's instruction, he suddenly had a whimsical idea: what would happen if he launched the dough like a fireball? And that's how the scene turned out.

The first flour explosion was actually the result of improper operation. So, during the second spellcasting, Ethan controlled the ratio of flour to water as if kneading dough, and at the same time controlled the force of the spell. Thus, he created the first "flour ball spell" in human history.

Just as the academy's first headmaster, Mekka Delin, created elemental evocation magic such as Fireball and Frostbolt, Ethan, a contemporary elemental evocation magic scholar, created the Faceball spell when humanity entered the Seventh Age.

This ball-shaped technique seems to come with some strange additional functions.

It seems to be the nemesis of the extraordinary, capable of draining their physical strength, battle aura, and magic power in an instant, leaving them unable to get rid of the dough stuck to their faces.

As for why this effect occurs, Ethan believes further research is needed.

The journey was unimpeded. Before the guards broke into the house, they had already dismissed all the servants to prevent any leaks. As the two of them descended the steps, a strong gust of wind greeted them.

The storm brought a motorcycle with a pale blue tail.

The old woman's eyes were wide open like copper bells. She had seen a lot in her life, but she had never seen such a bizarre sight before.

"Literary girl, may I borrow your motorcycle?"

She saw Ethan speaking to the blue-haired girl on the motorcycle.

Where did this little girl come from?

Why was she able to ride such a conspicuous motorcycle all the way into the royal city?

This made the old woman, who had repeatedly emphasized that "the palace is like her own backyard," feel a little embarrassed.

Immediately afterwards, Ethan launched another attack.

As he spun onto the motorcycle, two seemingly freshly baked Margherita pizzas appeared in his hand. "Grandma, get on! Those guys must have been interrogating Balmon all night, they haven't even had dinner. Let's deliver their takeout."

the other side.

The bathing party concluded in a peaceful atmosphere.

After changing her clothes, Queen Elizabeth escorted Winter and the Third Princess out of the annex. They chatted happily, but an uneasy atmosphere was quietly spreading.

The busy maids were nowhere to be seen, and the villa was deserted.

The queen, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped.

She was still smiling, but the hidden meaning in her smile was crystal clear. "Miss Witch, you wouldn't happen to have heard of the Violet Commune, would you?"

Under the cover of night, the shadows of the trees swayed, and deep within the bushes, it seemed as if human heads were moving about.

This was a party designed to separate the two people. On the surface, it appeared to be just a mother and daughter and the daughter's best friend. They invited their friends over to their home and chatted happily until late at night.

Winter did not answer, because she had already guessed the Queen's intention.

At this very moment, a group of idiots who couldn't even hide their murderous intent were lying in ambush in the woods not far away.

The Queen also got the answer she wanted from the silence of the cold winter: "It's a pity, otherwise with your talent, you could have been of great use to the empire."

The secret to eternal youth, and even the secret to immortality... Witches always bring irresistible temptations to people. Although the Bloodthorn family can keep their appearance forever, they cannot reverse life and death. Perhaps this method violates taboos, which is why the queens of all generations have had very short lifespans.

Elizabeth had heard of witches' deals, and witches were mentioned in many dark fairy tales.

They always manage to satisfy the deepest, most hidden desires in people's hearts, but afterwards, they always take away what they want.

Elizabeth looked at the third princess with loving eyes.

Her daughter had recently become well-behaved and sensible, and even her eyebrows had softened considerably. The series of measures she had proposed had earned her a good reputation among the people of the empire. However, she knew her daughter well, especially her innate, wicked nature, which was part of the Henry family.

Just last night, her son came to her and mentioned that long-lost name.

Compared to a witch of unknown origin, Elizabeth naturally chose to believe her own child.

“Miss Witch, I must admit that the story you provided was very captivating, but now it’s time for this story to end.”

Elizabeth said, "But don't worry, I know some people who specialize in torture and memory-peeping. I assure you your talents and knowledge will not be lost."

Her gaze drifted towards the woods.

The guards, having received their instructions, rushed forward.

"She's a remnant of the Violet Commune. Capture her, alive."

She stood on the steps and gave orders to the guards.

However, the next moment, a strange scene appeared. She saw the guards who were close by stop what they were doing, and some of them even froze in mid-air in an inexplicable way.

She herself also stopped.

Before long, a terrible thought suddenly came to Elizabeth's mind.

This wasn't some kind of immobilization spell, but rather... time had stopped.

She saw that the branches that had been swaying in the wind had stopped, the leaves had stopped falling, and even the clouds at the edge of her vision had stopped moving.

"Then, I will show you the truth."

Winter spoke up, “This is the truth about what happened to your daughter.”

In this frozen world, the only things that haven't stopped are her consciousness and... her daughter.

The daughter, who had also come to a standstill, maintained a polite smile, but a shocking wound appeared on her neck, from which blood gushed out, then onto her arms, her thighs, and the spurting blood gradually staining her entire body red.

Elizabeth's eyes were bloodshot.

She initially believed that the witch controlled her daughter through some kind of contract, but... but!
Why would anyone dare to murder a member of the royal family on their own territory?!
Elizabeth tried to press her hands against the recurring wounds; the open wounds looked as if they had been torn open with teeth. She couldn't imagine the pain her daughter had endured.

"This is the truth you wanted."

Winter said, "Your daughter died a few days ago. Next, there is another wish of yours."

Elizabeth tried to call for help, but in this absolutely still world, any attempt was futile.

She saw the flowing blood gather together, churning and writhing, a hand pushing off the ground, followed by a body, and the crimson ice formed the outline of a person, the face becoming clearer and clearer.

That... was herself.

"Your Majesty, this is the secret to immortality."

Elizabeth also saw her daughter's wounds disappear at a visible speed, and in the process she was like a delicate doll, receiving the most perfect repair.

The blacksmith removed the fierceness from her brows, making her look like a delicate and beautiful doll.

Winter said, "No matter how many times it breaks, I can repair it and keep you in the most perfect condition."

Elizabeth watched as Winter approached her, her raised hand gently touching her body. She was horrified to see a crack appear on her body, which quickly spread out to form a whole.

She witnessed her body breaking apart and peeling away, the scattered ice shards falling to the ground and turning into a puddle of water.

This was the last scene she saw.

"Get out of the way! Who gave you permission to come here!"

As time began to flow again, a stern voice halted the guards' actions, "You've got it wrong, she has nothing to do with the Violet Commune, now, get out of my way!"

The guards froze in place, yet none dared to disobey the Queen's orders.

They could only watch helplessly as Winter, accompanied by the Queen, walked out of the villa, chatting and laughing, on the road leading to her residence.

This is the composure that belongs to a witch.

Long before she received the Queen's invitation, Winter had considered all the possibilities. To her, Elizabeth's invitation was an interesting experience—just like those people in dark fairy tales who always believed they could control the witch, they would always meet the same end.

Nothing in this world can make witches lose their elegance...

hiss--!
The next moment, Winter gasped.

She was almost back at her lodgings, wondering if Ethan had prepared a basin of hot water in advance as she had suggested.

However, here came motorcycles speeding by, the wind howling, and the engines roaring, leaving a blue trail in front of her.

Winter saw Ethan on the motorcycle.

Also, there was the woman of unknown origin sitting in the back seat behind Ethan.

The woman had golden hair, with a tuft of hair on top of her head swaying in the wind.

OK, OK, OK!

Ethan!

The witch gritted her teeth.

Miss Witch clenched her fists.

The witch lost her elegance.

(End of this chapter)