Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

In the underground space, the magic crystals on the stone walls continued to flicker.

The stone steps vibrated, emitting cracking sounds, as if some heavy object was pressing down on them.

"Who are you? Why... are you meddling in my affairs?!"

Poro and Leake placed the Gluttony Witch, bound tightly with ropes, on a food cart identical to those used for cakes, and pushed it down the stairs.

The Gluttony Witch had already awakened, but after Poro buried the anti-magic potion into her body...

She was unable to use any magic.

And being severely injured by Leake's Star Kill Sword made it difficult for her to even move.

If not for the magic power and angelic power within her, she would have died from Leake's sword strike long ago!

"You ask about that? Those cooking chefs, those nearly a thousand missing saints, they did nothing wrong, why did you eat them?"

Poro asked casually.

"Those people were willing! They willingly became my food, offering their spirit and flesh, what does it have to do with you?!"

"Heh, willing? You really dare to say that."

Poro looked at the Gluttony Witch trapped on the food cart, her fat face filled with undisguised hatred and resentment, "I do miss you, when you pretended to be an angel, acting so hypocritically!"

The Gluttony Witch's entire face twisted with anger.

Since she had displayed her magical talent, no one had dared to treat her like this.

"Angelic power is protecting me, sooner or later... you will die by my hands."

"Ah, that's a shame, you might not have that chance."

Poro shook his head, the food cart reached the last floor, and the wheels' movement became much smoother.

In the furnace, the golden flames had already subsided.

In the dark environment, the light of the magic crystals illuminated the prison that had confined an angel for more than a decade, the rich shadows and echoing footsteps made the whole environment shadowy.

The slender iron chains hung down weakly.

The runes on them were dim.

"Just like I said before, your angelic power doesn't belong to you in the first place, the faith stolen by deception, lies, and magic, will only turn into resentment and pain after being shattered by the truth.

Now, it's time to return it to its rightful owner."

Hearing these words, the Gluttony Witch saw the dark furnace she had personally built not far away.

Looking at the black iron chains and the abyss-like mouth of the furnace.

In the past few years, she had used this furnace to extract the divine flame of the angel, and burn the believers she had deceived into "holy meals."

And her magic and power became stronger and stronger with the blessing of these holy meals...

"No... no..."

At this time, the Gluttony Witch finally realized the truth she was about to face, and the resentment on her face began to be covered by pale fear.

"Sure enough, it's the angel, that old thing!

She told you, requested you, and then taught you about my magic, right?

She must have promised you something, yes, yes—it must be like this!"

The Gluttony Witch began to struggle desperately, tears streaming from her bloodshot eyes, "You can help her, why not help me!? She is an angel, and I can be an angel too!

You came from outside, you must have seen this plain, right?

She has the power of an angel, but what has she done?

She has done nothing, she doesn't deserve to be an angel!"

The Gluttony Witch's voice became more and more frantic, she shouted loudly,

"And I, I—created this plain, without hunger, without pain, everyone can taste food that will never disappear!

I created a true paradise on earth, so why can't I become an angel?!

Just because of the few people I killed?

Every year, every month, every day... every minute, every second, the number of people who die from hunger in the world far exceeds the number of people I killed!

In the Fertile Plain, the number of people who were saved by me and should have died of hunger far exceeds the number of people I ate!

Even if they choose themselves—

They would choose to join me, enjoy all kinds of delicious food in happiness and joy, and maybe sacrifice a few strangers.

Or choose... to painfully turn into starving corpses on the roadside in a 100% famine?!

Tell me, what is my fault?!"

The Gluttony Witch straightened her body, shaking, trying to stop the food cart pushed by Poro, no longer approaching the dark and huge furnace.

But everything she did seemed meaningless.

"Alas... you almost convinced me."

Poro sighed, shook his head and said, "If I hadn't read your 'notes' and 'dining reviews' or something like that.

It seems that you are really scared, and only started quibbling when you were about to die—

You really deserve to die."

The next moment, Poro's hand returned to wolf form, and a red light flashed in his eyes—

Sharp claws broke through the air, whistling.

Blood splattered, and the Gluttony Witch's voice stopped abruptly, a blood line appeared at her throat.

But she still didn't die.

Golden light emerged from the wound, slowly healing the fatal injury.

In the furnace, the old angel Karen walked out limping.

She supported herself on the wall with one hand, her wings stained with blood behind her, dragging powerlessly behind her, looking at Leake and Poro coming down from the stairs, a strange light flashed in the old man's eyes.

She wanted to say something, but seemed not to know how to express it.

"Thank you."

The old angel Karen finally said briefly.

But then, her expression dimmed a little:

"I'm sorry, I also heard what you said just now..."

The old man tidied up the long skirt she was wearing, and at this time, Poro realized that the old man's legs had no feet, but a pair of wooden prosthetics.

The pair of prosthetics had been worn down over time, with winding cracks.

"I may indeed not be suitable to be an angel, I have such power, but I don't know what to do for mankind, and the object I entrusted the power to is...

Such a person."

Angel Karen looked at the Gluttony Witch with a face full of blood, wailing and struggling.

There was no hatred in her old eyes, only deep sorrow.

"It's okay."

But Poro shook his head, and Leake on the side also took out the scarlet ribbon from his arms and handed it to the old angel Karen.

"Ms. Karen, although we really don't know you very well.

But Brother Inve trusts you very much, from what he told us, you are like...

The only one who can save the world.

He told us that you are very kind, he always prayed that he could see you again and get rid of the Mad Dancer..."

Poro took out a prepared candle from his arms, rubbed out a little flame in his hand, and lit it on the fuse, the golden red light shone on the chains that once bound the old angel.

Those runes flickered again under the guidance of the flame.

"So, we are helping you because we believe in Inve's judgment.

At least, we believe that you will do better than this pseudo-god who eats flesh and blood."

The old angel was silent, she looked at the candle in Poro's hand, and two dancing lights were reflected again in her dim eyes.

"Thank you."

She said again.

"Then, let's start."

Poro said, putting the candle in his hand in front of his face, blowing it gently—

In an instant, the dancing flame exploded into a group of fireflies, sticking to the extinguished black chains, and the next moment, all the lines resonated at the same time, and then bloomed with golden light!

The dark furnace was rekindled in the golden light.

The crystals inlaid on the floor and walls in the entire underground space were overloaded and turned into dust under Poro's spell.

This magic was a reversal and improvement of the magic used by the Gluttony Witch to steal angelic power.

The effect is very simple.

It's just... returning it to its rightful owner.

"Leake, you can do it."

Poro nodded lightly.

Leake gently pushed the food cart containing the Gluttony Witch.

The food cart followed the force and drilled into the furnace fire.

The golden flames grew more and more violently.

On the furnace, slender, black iron chains flashing with golden runes pierced into the Gluttony Witch's body under Poro's control.

"Nearly a thousand innocent people were bewitched by you, their bodies and souls were burned in this sacred fire, turning into... 'delicious food' in your mouth."

Poro said coldly, listening to the Gluttony Witch's shadow in the furnace howling in pain in the flames.

Under the effect of the magic circle, these flames that should not cause any harm to people...

Transformed into the shape of judgment.

"Now, the last furnace fire is left to you, Gluttony Witch."

Poro's nose overflowed with blood again, and he chanted the last string of incantations.

Immediately, the golden flames in the furnace suddenly surged!

It was like... the Gluttony Witch herself turned into the final fuel, and the golden flames containing angelic power escaped with stars of firefly-like light during the burning.

These light spots gathered towards the old angel Karen spontaneously.

Merged into her body.

Inside the furnace, the struggling shadow of the Gluttony Witch gradually disappeared, and her frantic painful cry also disappeared without a trace.

Outside the furnace, the old angel Karen attracted the golden light spots flying out of the furnace, her body exuding a golden glow from the inside out.

The two pairs of wings that were originally dirty and stained with blood gradually recovered under the golden light.

The old man's hunched body straightened up.

Her gray hair was re-stained with golden light, and the wrinkled skin also tightened rapidly...

In the furnace, the last golden flame flew up out of thin air and jumped to the top of Karen's head, they spun and condensed, forming a ring of light.

When she opened her eyes again, two golden rays of light slowly retracted in her golden pupils.

"Thank you all."

Karen said again, her voice no longer old, but crisp.

Her angel wings and halo disappeared, and the dust on her clothes and skin disappeared, now, she no longer looked like an old man, but regained the appearance of a beautiful girl.

Only the depths of those golden pupils still carried a bit of depth.

"You're welcome."

Poro smiled, "Rest for a while, we should go see Brother Inve, he must be waiting anxiously, right?

By the way, we should also think about how to solve the matter of the Fertile Plain—after all, when people find that the magic covering the food has disappeared, it will definitely cause a period of turmoil, right?"

...

The exterior of the candy castle, in the previous battle, many of the chocolate, candy, and cakes on the surface became pitted, uneven due to manipulation.

The highest floor, the hidden room originally belonging to the Gluttony Witch.

Below the room, another secret central hall.

This is the control center of the candy castle, and even the entire Fertile Plain, the largest magic circle.

Magic crystals of various shapes undulated in the magic circuit.

And losing the magic influence of the Gluttony Witch, many of the crystals showed abnormal cracks, which meant that the magic covering the Fertile Plain and supporting the existence of the candy castle began to collapse gradually.

"Ah, how troublesome, this ring-shaped circuit... I still have to imitate the aura of the Candy Witch..."

Poro frowned, staring at a page of the Gluttony Witch's notebook in front of him.

This notebook was the "Candy House Magic Structure".

Unlike before, this time, Poro needed to study more deeply, and only in this way could Poro prevent the candy castle from collapsing instantly after the Gluttony Witch died.

"It's okay, Poro, we've already won anyway, wait a little longer, it doesn't matter if you look at it slowly."

Leake's voice came from the side.

The girl was holding a plate of pastries in her hand, eating with relish.

After Karen took back the remaining angelic power, the faith poison in all the food disappeared, which meant that the food became edible again.

"Poro, open your mouth—"

Leake used a fork to pierce a piece of cake and stuffed it into Poro's mouth.

"Is it delicious? This should be the Gluttony Witch's reserve holy meal, it's the first time I've eaten such a delicious cake!"

The girl said, her water-blue eyes narrowed, and she nudged Poro with her elbow, "Hehe, eat more, and then... you can use that sweet feast to materialize them, and we can eat these delicious things every day!"

Leake also pointed to the other corner of the room, "Hansel and Gretel also seem to like these things.

After all, before, they had food, but they could only look at it, not eat it—that was really too uncomfortable."

Poro looked at the corner of the room.

Hansel had also regained his sanity at this time, and he showed an apologetic look, gently putting an egg roll in his sister's mouth.

"I'm sorry, I made you worry."

Hansel said, "It's only now... that I let you eat an egg roll."

"Brother, it's okay, I don't like egg rolls."

Gretel chewed the egg roll she finally ate, a smile on her thin face, "As long as you come back, brother, I'm very happy!"

Poro looked at the two children and smiled, a trace of magic light appeared in his hand, pointing at two crystals floating in the air.

A string of dim magic crystals reconnected and glowed with normal light.

"That way, the magic in the Candy Castle should still last for a while."

Poro breathed a sigh of relief, but then, his gaze passed through the colorful candy windows, looking towards the plains further away, "It's just that, after the Gluttony Witch dies, those mazes on the very edge of the Fertile Plains will be the first to lose their effectiveness…"

"I just hope there won't be any negative effects in the short term."

…

At the same time, on the edge of the Fertile Plains.

At the entrance, in the forest outside the wooden sign that originally contained the maze, a kind of… increasingly loud, chaotic vibration came from a forest path.

It was like several horseshoes, twisting and trampling.

Deformed and frenzied light and shadow overflowed from under the shade of the trees, carrying a kind of leaping bloody light.

A blurry shadow gradually became clear.

That was…

Several blood-colored, striped, luxurious, and bizarre carriages.