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Chapter 71 – Side Story: The Witch of Black and White

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Author: Tensei Mikami Original Source: Syosetu Word Count: 2269 characters
Translator: Jiro English Source: Re:Library Word Count: 1253
Editor(s): Robinxen

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“Dicentra! Dicentra, where are you?!”

A breathtakingly gigantic Western-style building. Gorgeous interior littered with gold. This magnificent residence stands alone on a commanding cliff, leaving a lasting impression.

The exterior of the building is encircled by imposing stone walls, evoking images of a fortress or even a substantial prison. The pointed roof reaches up into the dark expanse of the sky, adding to the dramatic atmosphere.

The lengthy corridor of the residence was adorned with portraits of unclothed individuals. Each vantage point offered a panorama of paintings showcasing men of all ages, ranging from young children to elderly figures.

Men, men, men.

If one paid particular attention to the nude paintings, they would see that they were painted right on the stone floors and even the ceiling.

Dicentra, The Witch of Black and White, let out a fed up sigh and drew something in the air with her finger as the shrill cries of a woman echoed throughout the residence.

A line of magic traced the trajectory of her slender finger, drawing through space. When she eventually finished her drawing, Dicentra whispered something towards the magic drawing and clapped her hands.

The following moment, the magic formation dispersed and Dicentra’s vision turned dark. After a few moments passed she slowly opened her eyes. She had left the hallway and was now standing in front of a certain room.

A huge double door, which seemed fit for a giant, laid bare before her. From behind the door a woman’s voice could be heard, calling Dicentra’s name.

After confirming her teleportation had succeeded, Dicentra brushed off the hem of her ball gown dress and fixed her posture.

“Mama. I’m here.”

She spoke in a quiet manner. Her voice, which sounded like that of a robot, echoed from the other end of the door.

The woman’s voice on the other side of the door suddenly went quiet, as if it noticed the visitor.

“Dicentra, come in.”

The woman’s voice rippled. It was a unique voice that did not feel like it belonged to either an elderly or a young woman. The words echoed straight in Dicentra’s thoughts, and the enormous double doors opened on their own, with accompanying creaking sounds, as if inviting Dicentra in.

Dicentra’s eyes shook. She hesitated for a moment, but nevertheless took a step forward, and then another one. Her black heels digging into the warm carpeted room.

Step by step, Dicentra walked further down the long, dark corridor.

The strong odor from the room invaded her nostrils more and more as she moved forward. The odor carried with it the smell of a man and a woman’s illicit act. Dicentra frowned at the primal and lewd odor.

After walking for about three minutes, Dicentra arrived in front of a canopy bed. The bed laid before Dicentra was so enormous that it looked like it could fit even an elephant.

“Mama. I’m here.”

Dicentra spoke towards the bed, which looked like an enormous mountain.

After she spoke the enormous mountain formed from sheets and blankets suddenly shook and collapsed.

“Hey. Thank you for coming.”

A fat, naked woman appeared from amidst the sheets. Her egg-like form appeared glistening from the light sweating, and she had jet-black hair that sparkled as it cascaded down to her waist, just like Dicentra’s.

Despite being obviously overweight, the woman exuded an exotic allure that could render any man breathless.

The woman standing before Dicentra was undoubtedly a witch.

The witch brushed her bangs with her plump fingers, exhaled, and lovingly stroked the head of the young boy lying next to her.

“I assume you know why I summoned you.” The witch said.

However, she was only met with silence. The witch did not shift her gaze from Dicentra as the corners of her mouth plummeted down. Her smile disappeared and the room was illuminated in an instant.

“YOU WENT ACROSS, DIDN’T YOU?!”
“……”
“DIDN’T YOU?!!!”

The witch howled, causing the entire residence to shake. And this was in no way an exaggeration. The sound waves that came from the witch’s mouth struck the walls, forcing everything to tremble.

Cracks formed on the stone walls encompassing the rooms, and the windows shattered to pieces.

The witch was beyond enraged. Dicentra’s crimson eyes shook in terror. The witch stood up after stomping hard on the bed and appeared right before Dicentra.

From what Dicentra could tell, her mother was close to three meters tall. Her size was more than enough to enshroud Dicentra.

The witch looked down at Dicentra with a murderous tint in her eyes.

“Why did you cross over?”
“……”
“YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE PIECE OF S̲H̲I̲T̲!!!”

As the witch burst into a fit of rage an invisible force wrapped itself around Dicentra’s body. As it did, Dicentra became frozen in place with fear.

“N-No!”

Lift!

Dicentra suddenly felt her feet leave the floor as something lifted her by the collar.

Following which Dicentra was slammed back down to the floor. A low, dull sound of her skull colliding with the stone floor echoed throughout the room.

Dicentra’s head cracked slightly and red blood began to gush out. It took a while before Dicentra felt the intense pain following the hit.

However, this was only the beginning. Dicentra’s body was once again flung by the invisible force, and this time violently slammed against the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

A loud crash echoed as Dicentra’s soft body collided with the golden piece. Then a game of pinball followed. Dicentra’s body was forcefully slammed against each and every corner of the room1.

The witch, in turn, watched the scene unfolding before her with an irritated expression as she lit a pipe.

“This is what you get for sneaking around and going to the Lower World. Have you already forgotten the favor I did by picking you up, you ungrateful brat!”

The witch said as she let out a puff of smoke and forcefully dragged the boy to her in her embrace. After which she snapped her fingers.

Suddenly, the invisible force that had enveloped Dicentra vanished and Dicentra’s body flew from the inertia eventually slamming into a wooden wardrobe.

Shattered pieces of wood flew out and a brightly colored cloth appeared from the inside of the wardrobe.

Dicentra’s blood-soaked arms hung lifelessly from within the rubble of the wooden wardrobe2.

The witch continued to smoke her pipe, seemingly not amused at all.

“I’ll say this one last time. The next time you go there will be your last. Do not displease me any more than you have already done.”

The witch said and snapped her plump fingers. Dicentra’s body then burst into countless particles and disappeared from the room.

The witch’s eyes were filled with an unrelenting murderous feeling as she watched the event unfold.


When Dicentra came to, she found herself outside of the room. While bathing in a pool of her blood, she reached her hand vaguely to the ceiling, as if trying to grab something.

A large splinter was sticking out of her arm. She was supposed to be in pain. She was supposed to be hurt, and yet, Dicentra was smiling brightly.

“I’m not in any pain. I’m not hurt in the least. It’s all because you are here. Isn’t that right, Orthus3?”

There was no one there to reply to The Witch of Black and White. Nevertheless, Dicentra’s eyes burned with intense passion, as if she were gazing into the eyes of her beloved, her smile completely unwavering.



 

Footnotes:

  1. Robinxen: Oh well… this is uh… well…
  2. Robinxen: I suddenly don’t hate her nearly as much.
  3. Robinxen: She is however, notably even more insane now.
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