The Fall of the Speaker Witch

When Scarlet Astrea crossed the spatial portal with a firm, unwavering stride, a surge of vibrant purple magical energy erupted around her, completely tearing away her loose, comfortable nightgown into fine particles.

"Hmph! I would like to see just how problematic these simple grain monsters can really be!"

In the very next instant, that intense magical energy materialized directly upon the stunning woman's body, equipping the Great Witch with her once-renowned battle armor.

(Fwoosh!)

Beneath the radiant glow of the artificial sun, a seductive and dazzling beam of light sharply outlined the Speaker Witch's alluring figure as she advanced.

(Clack... clack... clack...)

At that moment, she was clad in a tight-fitting bodysuit that clung impeccably to her voluptuous curves, leaving grand expanses of smooth, alabaster flesh exposed at her chest and buttocks to emphasize her ripe feminine contours.

(Fshhh... Clack!)

With every step she took, her silhouette was accentuated by the magically woven fibers possessing an impossibly thin elasticity, making even the most delicate nylon appear far too heavy in comparison.

"Heh, trash..."

The black bodysuit clung relentlessly to Scarlet's magnificent frame, precisely defining her deep cleavage and flared hips.

"Oh! Oh! Look, it's Lady Scarlet!"

Finally, once fully formed, the fitted attire perfectly replicated the very texture of the witch's skin, revealing every fold and subtle contour of her nipples and lips beneath the magical fabric, imbuing her with an eroticism that transcended mere nudity.

"Wonderful! Lady Scarlet has come to save us!"

Consequently, once the sparse metal pieces of her armor materialized, Scarlet appeared high above the granary, floating effortlessly in midair with her arms draped in silky robes whose broad billowed sleeves fluttered dramatically in the wind, granting her an even more ethereal and commanding presence.

"What a noisy racket!"

However, upon her arrival, she glanced downward, watching as the local farmhands—mere pigs and dogs in her eyes—dropped their pitchforks and fell frantically to their knees the moment she unleashed a suppressive magic pulse from her aura as a warning and intimidation.

"Hmph..."

Following that, the Speaker Witch Scarlet narrowed her piercing violet eyes in disdain before looking away.

"...."

She had not the slightest intention of continuing to pay attention to beings of such low standing; instead, her sole interest lay in uncovering what sort of supposed monster had dared to demand her personal intervention.

"...This energy."

In an instant, Scarlet's refined magical perception caught a series of familiar mana fluctuations radiating from inside the granary—energies she recognized as belonging to several lower-tier witches residing in the market.

"Heh."

Yet, despite detecting the dwindling vital signs of the trapped witches, Scarlet merely sneered after assessing the aura of the mysterious monster.

"They surely tried to play the hero without putting in any real effort, only to be slaughtered on the spot by that E-rank monster, didn't they? What a shame... I truly wish Qijia had been among them."

Seeing how weak it was compared to the lingering magic of the fallen bodies, she calculated without much thought that its threat level was barely D-rank by adventurer standards.

"They've caused me nothing but trouble."

With a dismissive gesture, Scarlet glided downward, pointing a slender finger toward the already battered outer wall of the granary.

"For such a pathetic creature to take them hostage, blocking me from using long-range magical bombardments and forcing me down there just to recover the hostages' bodies..."

Immediately after, at her magical command, the structure collapsed entirely into rubble.

"...When I am finished here... they will owe me a massive sum of magic crystals as compensation..."

And right on cue, responding to the sudden destruction, the horrific entity finally revealed itself before the cold, distant Speaker Witch.

(Ggrrrr... Slrrrp...)

Aggressive, unintelligible growls echoed from the darkness as the monster slithered into view.

"?"

Emerging from the shadows, its body revealed itself to be a glossy, oily greyish-black; hanging from the lower section of its cylindrical torso were two massive egg sacs.

"...Is this some sort of sick joke?"

Meanwhile, the upper tip of its body bloomed open violently like a grotesque flower, with a ring of blackish-grey skin wrapping around a fascinating purple mucus from which a bottomless cavity continuously expelled a repulsive, glistening slime.

It was, for all intents and purposes, the living incarnation of a gigantic, phimotic phallus.

(Gurgle... Glub-glub...)

And right after, without giving time to process what was happening, several exceptionally thick tendrils burst from the swollen egg sacs, plunging deeply into the earth like the aerial roots of a banyan tree and suspending the massive creature in midair.

"What on earth is this...?"

Following that, underground, the fleshy roots spread endlessly before resurfacing, forming dense clusters of raw flesh; within each cluster rested a pair of plump, alabaster buttocks belonging to captive witches.

(Glub... Gurgle...)

Finally, with a guttural, mocking laugh, the monster manipulated the glowing roots and tendrils, which lashed out aggressively between the rounded cheeks, curving inward as they plunged violently into the witches' rears to extract pinkish-white tissue from their depths.

"Is that... is that what an anus is supposed to look like?!"

Faced with such a surreal and utterly grotesque sight, the arrogant Speaker Witch froze in sheer disbelief.

"!?!"

Yet, locking her gaze upon those inert, lifeless forms, a sudden, chilling wave of recognition washed over her.

"Impossible?!"

Those plump, violated hips belonged to none other than her fellow Great Witches who once sat alongside her on the Council—women who had now been drained so thoroughly of their magical energy that they possessed less mana than the humblest apprentice.

"Empressia, Highpriest... even you two were captured... ♥ This is undoubtedly no ordinary E-rank monster..."

Consequently, faced with such a horrifying spectacle, the piercing gaze of the distant Speaker Witch finally narrowed.

"However, I still have nothing to fear!"

For the first time, her usual composure and arrogance vanished as her expression turned deadly serious.

"Because I, Scarlet Astrea, am the ruler of the most influential market in the underworld—the most noble, powerful, beautiful, sexy, and wealthy empress!"

Yet, completely unbothered by her grand declaration, the colossal phallic beast shifted its weight, locking onto her with predatory intent.

(ROAR... ROAR!)

Because of that, in the next instant, accompanied by sharp bursts of displaced air, countless purple tendrils shot forward simultaneously, tearing through the atmosphere directly toward the proud Great Witch, who stood with her chin held high and her hips arched gracefully.

"Too slow! Arcane, was it...?"

And with a simple flick of her wrist, a glowing blade of purple light manifested at her command, slicing violently toward the oncoming wave of tendrils.

"How can this be...?!"

Unfortunately, the moment the magical blade impacted the mass of zarcillos, an eerie, fascinating glow erupted from the monster's flesh.

"Did it really pierce through the thirteen layers of my magic barrier in a single strike?!"

To Scarlet's horror, her concentrated spell warped and softened comically upon contact, and the creature greedily absorbed her pure energy.

"So that's how it is. It has a specific resistance to witches' power. It's different from the monsters I've encountered before. No wonder its aura is so weak; it seems to be merely E-rank..."

Thanks to that, the beast swelled with renewed vigor, and from its massive egg sacs, a fresh, slender aerial root emerged stealthily.

"Was this thing deployed by the Demon Army to exterminate the witches...?"

Sensing the danger, Scarlet retreated with supreme agility, leaping backward deftly to evade the incoming shower of tendrils.

"If magic is not enough, then I shall shatter you with physical force!"

Though she was a witch and wore towering fifteen-centimeter stilettos, her movements remained incredibly fluid and precise.

"Body Reinforcement!"

Every posture she assumed radiated the martial prowess she had cultivated and honed throughout her long life.

"The Sword Dance of the Flowing Water Style... you will experience its lethal perfection firsthand!"

Thus, with a cold, icy gaze accompanied by a confident smirk on her lips, she extended her hand and tore open a small spatial rift.

(Shwing!)

From it, she drew a high-quality katana, intent on hacking the creature to pieces.

(ROAR... ROAR!)

Whereupon, with absolute serenity, the distant and arrogant Speaker Witch swung her blade, its brilliant edge cleanly severing a group of incoming tendrils.

"Hmph, nothing special!"

She pivoted fluidly on her long, slender legs; her shimmering stockings tightened beneath her towering heels before straightening with a sudden, explosive burst of force.

(Swish— Clang! Slash!)

Her voluptuous figure stretched and twirled midair, describing two wide, flowing arcs with her blade like a precise compass slicing through the atmosphere.

(Gggrrr-glub!)

In response, a wet, guttural growl escaped the monster as it was caught completely off guard.

"Slow!"

Before the creature could react, Scarlet gripped her katana with both hands, using the momentum of her downward drop to plunge the steel directly into its core.

"It's over..."

Consequently, with a soft click, the distant Speaker Witch bent her long, shimmering legs, her sharp fifteen-centimeter heels sinking deep into the monster's greyish flesh as she pierced its vital point.

"How... Why can't I pull the blade out?!"

However, before the Great Witch could comprehend what was happening, an ambush struck her from behind.

"Gurgle♥—!"

Thanks to that, a thick, oily tendril had slipped around her delicate neck somehow, seizing the very instant she lowered her guard to lift her completely off the ground by her throat.

"!!"

Consequently, every drop of Scarlet's magical power felt instantly shackled, surging wildly beyond control.

(How dare she...?!)

Due to that, forced to rely solely on brute force, the Great Witch extended her hands, trying desperately to free herself from the oppressive grip.

"Cough! Cough!"

Yet, beneath her desperate effort, the slippery purple tendril gradually loosened its grasp, allowing fresh air to rush back into the Speaker Witch's lungs, triggering a violent, agitated heave of her voluptuous, unrestrained breasts.

(Sizzle!)

Reacting instantly, a second fluorescent tendril lunged forward, aiming straight for the proud witch's forehead.

"Hmph! A simple trick, nothing special!"

With lightning-fast reflexes, Scarlet raised her long legs, catching the incoming tendril between her thighs with flawless precision.

"I was careless. First, I need to retrieve my blade..."

Leveraging her position, she managed to open a breach in the creature's hold and broke free from the constriction, her eyes gleaming as she calculated her path to swiftly turn the tables.

However...

"Eh?!"

Before she could execute her next move, the glowing purple tendrils trapped between her legs underwent a sudden and terrifying transformation, their tips bifurcating violently into several long, ethereal tendrils that stabbed directly into Scarlet's ear canals, piercing straight through her brain and sealing the outcome of the duel in an instant.

"Is she not here, Pocchi...?"

Meanwhile, parallel to this, on the opposite side of the VIP district, Silvia's hooded silhouette stood tall among the accumulated dust, silently scanning the ruined expanse of the Speaker Witch's palace.

"Woof."

In response to her master's query, the voluptuous wolf-kin dropped onto all fours, aggressively sniffing the scorched stones and lingering traces of mana scattered across the ground.

"Woof~ Woof~!"

Until, catching the unmistakable, persistent essence of the Great Witch guiding her toward the nearby transport array, Pocchi barked eagerly and dashed forward, following the fresh trail without hesitation.

"...The best investment."

With that, Silvia muttered under her breath with a cold, satisfied smirk beneath her hood, setting off in close pursuit of her faithful hound.