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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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The place where the witch led him to was a rather large, roundish house.
Its exterior was like a round pumpkin, and on top, there was a pointed, wide brimmed tent like thing, like the hat the witch wore.
He didn’t know why the house was built that way. Perhaps it was the personal taste of the witch who had captured Delrin.
Anyway, the house of a style he had never seen before seemed to welcome the two as it opened its door on its own and let them in.
And Delrin, intoxicated by the cozy yet unique atmosphere inside, was seated on a wooden chair next to a round table without even realizing it.
The best viewing seat, with a direct view of the witch’s large pot.
Delrin didn’t realize why he was sitting there. It just felt like he was supposed to.
“Wait just a little bit. I’ll make it for you right away.”
With that gentle voice, the witch began to move her hands in the air. A knife, a cutting board, three square pieces of something like butter, and two ripe pumpkins naturally followed her movements.
“It will be very delicious. There’s nothing happier than eating tasty food.”
When she flicked her hand, a fire flared up under the pot, and two lumps of butter slid around inside.
The pumpkins, split exactly in half by the sharp knife, immediately scraped out the seeds that filled their insides and gently landed on the cutting board.
The cutting board, carrying the pretty pumpkins, was served with utmost care into the pot.
The witch smiled once.
“It will be delicious. There are some children who don’t like pumpkin porridge, but everyone likes the pumpkin porridge I make.”
She began to conduct elegantly with her hand again. Led by that beautiful hand, this time a sweet cream like white milk was drawn in and entered the pot.
Next were the potatoes.
A very good ingredient that would add softness and a clean taste to her pumpkin porridge.
The well washed potatoes peeled themselves and divided into small pieces, submerged themselves in the cauldron.
“Pumpkin porridge should be soft yet sweet… and sweet yet clean. That’s how it becomes a delightful pumpkin porridge that you won’t get tired of, no matter how much you eat~”
“Yeees…”
Why was he so immersed in the scene of making something like pumpkin porridge?
There’s a reason why cooking YouTubers succeed. The feeling of peace of mind…
Well, right now Delrin’s mind was [actually] very calm thanks to the witch’s magic, but it didn’t really matter.
The part we should be paying attention to now is the blue bottle the witch held in her hand.
“Now. Lastly, just add the secret sauce and it’s done! Now we just have to let it simmer.”
“Secret sauce…”
The glowing liquid inside it went into the cauldron, and for a moment, a strange light emanated from the top of the pot, but…
“Originally, when you cook pumpkin porridge, a blue light like this comes out.”
“I see..?”
Delrin did not feel anything strange. No, he was bewitched so that he could not feel anything strange.
Cooking finished.
“Now. Would you like to eat?”
The witch filled a neat and pretty patterned wooden bowl with plenty of pumpkin porridge and placed it in front of Delrin.
The steaming pumpkin porridge boasted a pretty appearance that made one’s mouth water just by looking at it.
And the sweet and cozy scent spreading through the air was enough to fill his head entirely with pumpkin porridge.
“Th-thank you for the meal!”
And so, Delrin began to gobble up the good-colored pumpkin porridge, which he had never particularly enjoyed in his original world.
Crazy!
So, so delicious!
“Is it delicious?”
Delrin nodded his head very enthusiastically at the smiling witch.
Among all the things he had eaten so far, it was in the top three…!
No, this was the best.
Nothing else could beat this pumpkin porridge.
This was the most delicious food he had ever eaten. He was sure of it.
This was…
This was… Hmm…
“It’s so delicious…!”
“Eat a lot. There’s plenty more.”
Even his insides were stained by the witch.
The more he ate, the happier he felt.
It was as if his very soul had been waiting for this pumpkin porridge until now.
Delrin simply could not understand how such a divine dish could exist.
A smile never left Delrin’s lips.
The witch watching him also did not stop smiling.
“If you listen to me well, I’ll always make you pumpkin porridge.”
What?
She’ll make this kind of pumpkin porridge every day?
“Re-really!?”
“Of course. I like cute children like you. If you listen to me well from now on… and get along well with the other children, I’ll always make you pumpkin porridge like this.”
My goodness!
Is this person an angel?
An angel I finally met in this difficult and tiring other world life!
There’s no way a person like this would lock me up and take me like Pilmark or Neiva…!
She’s a trustworthy person. A person who readily makes such a wonderful pumpkin porridge can’t be a bad person.
“So from now on, let’s live here with me. Okay?”
Yes!
“Y…”
Wait a minute…
Live here…?
No, no.
I definitely…
“Sweetie?”
I definitely have to go back…
“Eh…!”
-Snap
The witch quickly brought her fingers right in front of Delrin’s eyes and snapped them.
“Focus on my words! Good boy, right? Hm? Want more pumpkin porridge?”
“N-no… this… I don’t like it. I’ll stop eating.”
“What..?”
The witch’s eyes widened. Bewilderment and surprise leaked out from that young and beautiful witch.
He doesn’t like it? Did that kid just say he doesn’t like it?
“Where am I? What, what… wh… what is this. What is it..!”
-Thud…
Delrin threw down his spoon. The fog in his head cleared.
In his now clear mind, only one word lingered.
“Lo, ugh!”
However, before his mouth could finish shouting Load, the witch’s spoon went in first.
“Now..! Isn’t it delicious? Hm? Let’s eat a little more. Now!”
“Ugh! Ugh!”
The witch, who had come up behind him and grabbed Delrin’s chin and hands, shook him this way and that to spread the pumpkin porridge evenly in his mouth and whispered eagerly.
“It’s delicious pumpkin porridge. You’re happy. With this pumpkin porridge, you’ll always be happy. Forget everything, and just remember this pumpkin porridge. Let’s forget everything. Now… let’s forget everything.”
“Ugh…”
The strength gradually drained from Delrin’s desperately resisting body, and his eyes, which had briefly regained their vitality, became cloudy again.
“Ugh…”
“You can’t live without this pumpkin porridge now. Now… savor the taste well.”
Both of them were sweating a lot. Especially the witch, who had always been full of leisure and confidence, was taking a shower in cold sweat due to the situation she had never experienced before.
“You chew with your mouth. Wouldn’t it be too sad if you couldn’t eat such a sweet and soft pumpkin porridge? Right?”
“Uhm…”
His mouth, without him realizing it, began to savor the pumpkin porridge. As expected, it had a very wonderful taste. A taste so wonderful that it was rather scary.
“Keep tasting it. Roll your tongue and fill your mouth with pumpkin porridge and taste it. That’s right. You’re doing well…”
Like that, Delrin, with his head cloudy again, swallowed the pumpkin porridge. Once he swallowed, the witch immediately scooped up a large spoonful and shoved it into Delrin’s mouth, and Delrin, eating that again, became a fool.
“Uhm…”
“That’s right, that’s right… you’re doing well. Now, again…”
The feeling of fullness could not stop the pumpkin porridge being pushed into his mouth. His mouth, esophagus, and stomach were completely pickled in the witch’s cozy pumpkin porridge.
“Whew… right. Isn’t it delicious?”
“It’s delicioouus…”
“Good. Now. I’ll give you another bowl, so eat it yourself now. Okay?”
“Yeees… hurry and give me moore…”
The witch wiped away her cold sweat with a sense of relief. The magic she had cast on this boy had almost been broken.
“This can’t be… this can’t be…”
She muttered as she circled around Delrin, who was gobbling up the pumpkin porridge.
“How on earth…”
A kid like this broke through the mind control and resisted?
Even if it was for a moment, this was impossible. This pretty boy, who was only slightly better looking than other boys… dared to resist my magic?
The best witch of Raftel and the dream of all witches. Role model. Hope. Fear. An insurmountable wall.
The greatest genius.
The chosen witch.
A woman who was allowed even the title [Maganity], meaning great witch, who was evaluated as the most outstanding witch since the founding of Raftel.
Chichi is shocked.
“My magic… how…”
Her muttering accelerates.
Her steps also quicken accordingly.
“It’s delicioouus…! I could eat this for the rest of my liife! I’m happyy!”
“At what point? What was different from usual? Did I miss something? Was it not casted properly? No. It was properly casted. For sure.”
However, what was mixed in her voice was not so much anxiety and urgency as…
“What was it? How did you do it? Hm? How did you do it? My baby… how did you break it? Hehe… it’s the first time. Really the first time. What was it? What is it? Hm?”
an uncontrollable excitement and overflowing curiosity… it would be.
“Give me moore… I love pumpkin porriidge… I’ve been living at a loss..! To think there was such a pumpkin porridge!”
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