The Witch of the West’s residence was a castle.
But it was no ordinary castle—it was structured like the castle of the Demon King.
First of all, it was large, the paths were complex like a maze, and soldiers wandered on each floor. It was by no ans a form convenient for daily life, even as a joke.
However, from an intruder’s perspective, it was also a castle that could make one curse.
With stronger enemies pouring out each ti one climbed a floor, it couldn’t be helped.
Thus…
[The ‘Tin Knight’ is rampaging madly!]
[The ‘Tin Knight’ cannot be stopped!]
[The ‘Tin Knight’ is dominating the battlefield!]
…it was a situation the Tin Knight very much enjoyed.
Slash!
With a swing of the Tin Knight’s sword, the ferocious montum of a werewolf’s charge was cleaved in two, bisected at the head.
Whether swung to the left or diagonally, every ti the Tin Knight swung his sword, light flashed and a werewolf’s head was separated from its body.
The party passed through the basent and a long corridor like this.
What greeted the party next was a wide garden.
As if to prove it was truly the castle of a wicked witch, the stairway route was truly dirty.
What greeted the party in the garden were winged crow-n equipped with long single-edged swords, monk staffs, and monk robes.
They descended rapidly from the sky, swinging their swords and staffs.
The attack thod that mixed the hunting techniques of birds of prey with human combat skills would normally be a very tricky tactic to deal with.
“Tin Can! Number 4!”
Dorothea took out a glass bottle from her waist pouch and threw it.
As the Tin Knight caught it with his shield, a sticky silver liquid-like substance sared on the shield’s surface.
It was a liquid boiled down from the bone powder of various rare magic beasts and minerals obtained from the Garden.
As the Tin Knight injected mana into the shield, the silver liquid gradually swelled and transford into another shield.
It was a size that was hard to believe ca from a liquid in a bottle barely the size of a perfu flacon.
The shield, much wider and larger than the Tin Knight’s body, floated at a certain distance from the shield the Tin Knight was holding.
Without hesitation, the Tin Knight swung his shield—in tandem with the giant shield made of mana and the silver liquid—with all his might against the approaching crows.
The enemies only then realized the danger and tried to change direction or reduce speed, but it was far too late. They were already in the middle of a rapid descent.
Crack!
The neck of the crow that first collided with the giant shield bent in a grotesque direction.
And those that followed soon t the sa fate.
As the giant shield that had swollen to its limit crumbled like dust after fulfilling its role, crow corpses with various parts of their bodies twisted, bent, and crushed fell to the ground.
The party imdiately advanced to the next floor.
What appeared this ti was a huge iron door.
The Tin Knight stared at the door for a mont, then suddenly stopped and demanded mana from Dorothea.
Dorothea placed her hand on the Tin Knight’s body and poured in her mana, and the Tin Knight told the party to wait before entering the room alone.
Click.
Right after the Tin Knight entered, the door locked.
Soon, noises of battle erupted from inside the room. It was the sound of large bee wings flapping and sharp spear blades scraping tal.
After about ten seconds, the Tin Knight signaled the party.
[The ‘Tin Knight’ says he’s defeated all the enemies!]
[The ‘Tin Knight’ says there’s poison mist inside, so be careful when entering!]
Dorothea distributed antidote pills to each mber of the party, and Sophia wrapped the party’s bodies with holy power.
The party stepped in after opening the door, squinting their eyes.
Even though they had thoroughly prepared against poison, the strong and thick poison energy that filled the room was enough to be felt.
No matter how skilled one was, it was nearly impossible to display proper skills in such a situation.
Even if one could withstand the poison dispersed in mist form, it was clear that being hit by just one of the poison arrows or poison-coated spear blades scattered here and there would be fatal.
However, this was of no concern to the Tin Knight, whose entire body was made of tal.
The insect-people corpses scattered throughout the room proved this.
Franka wore a pale expression.
This is completely monstrous.
After the bad blood in Lowefelt, Franka had been harboring uncomfortable feelings towards the Tin Knight inwardly.
Even if it was half her own fault, one of her three beloved children had lost its life by the actions of the Tin Knight, so of course she couldn’t look at him favorably.
However, the more she looked at the Tin Knight, the more she felt fear and awe growing rather than anger or resentnt.
When they first fought, Franka thought that if she herself and one of her three familiars had clung to him, they could have fought quite advantageously, but now she wondered if there would be any chance of winning even if she charged at him with all her might.
No, it was only because of pride that she didn’t declare it, but the result was obvious.
The only thing that could be called a weakness was that due to the large mana consumption, he had to return to Dorothea from ti to ti to refill his mana reserves, but even this wasn’t a big gap.
“You lot! You absolutely cannot approach where the Witch is—“
Slash!
The mouth of the gatekeeper, who was shouting with gusto, snapped shut.
The reason? Adelaide had cleanly split their sword and shields with her sword.
“Um, would you please surrender?”
[The ‘Tin Knight’ instructs that threats should be made more intensely!]
“…Next is the head?”
The gatekeeper fainted foaming at the mouth, and Adelaide laughed, “Hehe,” shyly while receiving praise from the Tin Knight.
That was right. The existence of that little lion was the best auxiliary device to fill in the Tin Knight’s gaps.
No, it was only because the comparison target was the Tin Knight, but Adelaide herself was already monstrously strong.
While there were still immature parts in areas like swordsmanship or mana manipulation, the benefits of physical ability enhancent brought by the Belt of Amaryllis were too enormous.
It was to the extent that the corpses Dorothea had brought along had no chance to shine and could only watch from behind.
With this.
Franka trembled without realizing it herself.
In truth, the fight with the Witch of the West she had envisioned wasn’t like this.
Infiltration, acting, surprise attack, quick resolution, theft, and escape.
Franka’s plan was to sneak in or act, quickly achieve the goal, and escape before the Witch of the West could properly intervene.
Of course, she would have to deal with the revenge of the angered Witch of the West after it was over, but there was also a calculation that with the backing of the Aglaia family, even in the worst case, it would end with re expulsion.
She knew that Dorothea’s party had co prepared to fight the Witch of the West, but she didn’t take it particularly seriously.
The Witch of the West in Franka’s mind was closer to sothing transcendent wearing human skin rather than a person.
However, now that she saw this, her thoughts changed again.
At this level, maybe we really can win?
Since the Tin Knight had been rampaging so much on his own, the others hardly had anything that could be called consumption.
Dorothea still seed to have plenty of mana and catalysts, and her army of corpses was growing, Adelaide was just slightly flushed, and Sophia… well, she didn’t have much presence in combat to begin with.
Above all, Franka herself and her two children were still intact.
Bang!
With the Tin Knight’s kick, the door leading to the castle’s rooftop opened vigorously.
There, an old woman was waiting for the party.
The old woman had an appearance that was truly the stereotype of a “witch”.
A pointed hat. Skin with black “mushrooms” growing on it. A large hooked nose. Even wrinkled eyes.
If one had to ntion unique features, it would be that the robe wrapped around her body was dark green and the witch only had a single eye.
“Kekeke, you’re truly full of energy. It’s been a while since the castle was so lively—“
[The ‘Tin Knight’ says he prefers to speak with steel! SKIP!]
Before the Witch of the West could say her lines, the Tin Knight charged at her.
The sight of him moving at high speed with heavy footsteps echoing in rapid succession was enough to give an instinctive sense of pressure to those watching.
The other companions also synchronized with the Tin Knight, as if they had expected this to happen.
An undead wolf, made by combining the blood and flesh of werewolves centered around the bones of a magic beast wolf brought from the garden, leaped, and Adelaide’s two-handed sword was swung with trendous power.
The golden monkeys trying to protect the front of the Witch of the West collided with these two whirlwinds, creating a gap in the guard.
Slash!
The Tin Knight’s slash bisected the Witch of the West’s body diagonally.
At that mont when everyone’s eyes widened.
The Tin Knight himself hesitated, as if sothing didn’t feel right.
His blue will-o’-wisp-like eyes flickered as he gazed around.
And then, the Tin Knight looked up at the sky.
There, the Witch of the West, who had clearly been cut, was sitting on a chair made by the golden monkeys overlapping their bodies, looking down at them.
The Witch of the West didn’t open her mouth.
Instead of the witch, the group of over a hundred monkeys adorning the sky opened their mouths.
《Kekeke, such hasty children, and violent too. It’s not a good strategy to fight head-on with a snake full of venom. Indeed.》
Multiple voices overlapped in the sky, creating a strange resonance.
Around the necks of the monkeys opening their mouths, there were necklaces that all seed to be shaped like eyeballs.
《Have you co to find the sacred treasure? Foolish children. You don’t know what kind of item this is. You don’t know why the Kingdom of Heaven told you to gather these. Why they’re telling you to gather them now after neglecting them for over hundreds of years. Ignorant children dancing to their tune. I’m going to show you sothing good.》
The Witch of the West spread her hands.
The indigo gloves emitted an ominous mana.
The space around the witch creaked.
Dorothea and Franka—the faces of the two who knew about the ability of the sacred treasure turned pale.
The Gloves of Haider
Its ability was to store arbitrary objects and take them out when desired and the limit of “objects” that could be stored changed according to the owner’s mana quantity and control.
If used by an ordinary mage, it would at best function as a convenient handbag, but if used by a Great Witch—
《Enjoy the last sight of your life.》
The next mont, a huge rock with a side length of 50 ters appeared above the party’s heads.
Soone scread.
Soone froze without even thinking of avoiding it.
The sight of a small mountain suddenly appearing above their heads and falling was enough to stop people’s thoughts.
Dorothea belatedly tried to use magic by taking sothing out of her pouch, but there wasn’t enough ti.
So, the Tin Knight moved.
He didn’t swing his sword. Even he couldn’t cut such a ridiculous mass in mid-air—with his current body, at least.
He raised his shield, but not to block the falling rock.
He struck the ground with all his might.
Boom!
With a huge impact, the rooftop floor collapsed and those on it began to fall down together.
While it would normally be nothing but an act of self-destruction, it was effective for this mont.
It postponed the future of being crushed into a pulp by the rock for a few seconds.
That mont was enough for Dorothea to use the spell she had prepared.
The party’s figures shimred like a heat haze.
The spell that could only be prepared for one use even while freely using high-grade resources from the Garden, and which they had tried not to use if possible, showed its effectiveness.
The Tin Knight, Dorothea, Adelaide, Sophia, Franka and her familiars—all disappeared into thin air at once.
And by a hair’s breadth, the huge rock smashed down on the castle as a whole.
KWAANNNNNNNGGG!!!
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