How Can You Pay Back The Kindness I Raised With Obsession?

Killing that witch’s soul. Black magic depends on the caster even after casting. Because of this, when the caster dies, all the black magic cast throughout their life is immediately released. In other words, her and her son’s souls will return to their original places. If there was a paladin or a saint with purifying powers, they could extinguish the witch’s soul without touching a single hair of her body. There were countless such people in the Vatican.

 

‘But it would be a shame to lose that talented warlock forever.’

 

Give him a chance and kill him if he doesn’t keep his promise. If I keep her promise and return my body, the witch will take her place as Grand Duchess and threaten to reveal her identity to the Grand Duke, so I will exploit her weaknesses and use my limbs. Lorraine suggested to the witch, hiding her converted smile.

 

“You must win the Grand Duke’s heart again before it is too late. “He has already restored her magic enough to restore her body, so I don’t know why you are hesitating.”

 

“You need the right time and place.”

 

“If that’s the case, I’ll make it for you.”

 

The Pope’s Palace would be a good location. Lorraine turned around and sneered.

 

* * *

 

“Mmm, it’s really sweet and delicious.”

 

As soon as she took the jam out of the jar and put it in her mouth, she exclaimed in admiration. The combination of sweet chestnuts boiled in sugar syrup and savory pistachio powder was perfect.

 

“I need to eat just one more.”

 

She must keep it a secret that she said ‘one more thing’ for the fourth time after receiving stewed chestnuts from Mr. Harold a little while ago. This was a gift from Mr. Harold to everyone at the Grand Duke’s residence.

 

‘This takes a lot of work.’

 

That’s why Harold didn’t do it often. However, these days, she felt like he was going crazy, so he made this cumbersome stewed chestnuts in large quantities and handed them out as if he were giving rice cakes as a return gift. The reason Mr. Harold’s mood seemed to be blown away was because of Elliot.

 

“His Majesty the Grand Duke called me and gave me a huge reward. I don’t know why.”

 

She knew why. That’s probably the price of the precious snake legs. The solution was already in their hands. Harold didn’t know how happy they were. Of course, just having snake legs did not solve all problems.

 

“I don’t know how to use it.”

 

According to the words of an old woman she met in Billund, since there were only shamans in Billund, there was no need to use ‘an elixir that allows powers that cannot coexist’ to coexist, so the method of making the elixir was not passed down. She had looked for a way in Billund and back in the Empire, but so far there has been no result. Well, she couldn’t find a way to use the snake’s legs for several years, but finding out how to use them didn’t mean the method would suddenly appear.

 

‘But it’s better than not even knowing the ingredients.’

 

As soon as she thought that, she felt regretful. If she had a lot of materials, she would try various experiments. But she couldn’t do that because there were only four. These days, Elliot has been searching for materials that could enable humans to coexist with forces that couldn’t coexist across continents. If you have enough materials, you can experiment.

 

“Let’s see. Has it aged well?”

 

Meanwhile, she was wrestling with peppers. The peppers grew rapidly for several months, and small white flowers bloomed at the end of summer. And as fall began, round fruits began to grow where the flowers fell, and they quickly grew as big as my fingers. About half of them were picked before they ripened red. She could chop green peppers, freeze them, and take them out whenever she had time to use them in cooking. Since there was no freezer here, she made pickles. She picked up one of the glass jars that filled the cabin’s kitchen storage and looked inside. Green peppers were floating in the water. This should be called a pickle, not a pickle. If soy sauce was not added, it couldn’t be called pickled vegetables.

 

“Sobbing…”

 

Crunchy.

 

“…It’s still delicious.”

 

She put on her straw hat and went out of the cabin. In the garden, peppers hanging from the stems were ripening bright red under the scorching sun.

 

“If you really turn around, it turns red.”

 

The kids, who were half pale yesterday, were bright red all the way to the top today and were deliciously cooked. She picked the ripe ones and went to the front yard. There were already large sacks of artillery laid out in the yard. Children sunbathing under the autumn sun were drying out.

 

“It’s the sun candle, the sun candle.”

 

While singing a strange song, she evenly lined up the newly picked peppers in the empty corners of the sack.

 

“I’m getting full just looking at you.”

 

If you grind it into powder, it won’t be much, but where was this?

 

“Ah, my mouth is watering.”

 

Kimchi, kimchi fried rice, kimchi stew. While imagining what she could eat with red pepper powder, she felt a little disappointed.

 

“It would be nice if I could make red pepper paste too.”

 

Just yesterday, she was complaining, ‘I should learn how to make red pepper paste.’ But last night, her grandmother suddenly appeared in her dream and made her red pepper paste.

 

“Ike Ike, mix it well and mix it well… Did you understand?”

 

“Yes? Yes…”

 

“If you don’t know, what do you know? I’ll show you again, so watch carefully.”

 

It was as if her grandmother had heard her concerns.

 

‘Oh, that can’t be possible.’

 

But was it really right to make red pepper paste like that? She had never tried it before, so she didn’t know if it’s real or if it’s just a crappy recipe created by her subconscious. The problem was that it needed soybean powder.

 

‘How do I make meju?’

 

Anyway, she was thinking about this and what if her grandmother came to her in my dream tonight and taught her how to make meju? Well, she’d rather not go through that kind of trouble.

 

“It’s a lot of work, a lot.”

 

Even in a country that likes to live a busy life, it is difficult for a country to have more work in the busy autumn. In the meantime, the tutor got used to managing the children’s schedules, and I gave up babysitting completely. After that, there was nothing to do at the Grand Duke’s residence. After returning from Billund, she spent most of her time at the cabin except for eating and sleeping.

 

“Shall we go pick mushrooms?”

 

It was a time when mushrooms were ripe as well as autumn leaves. She took Daisy to the deep forest.

 

“Daisy! Don’t pick anything up and eat it!”

 

About two hours later, with her stomach full after picking up a lot of wild fruits, she headed to the cabin with Daisies on one side and a basket full of mushrooms on the other. Mushrooms need to be cut and dried. She needed to grind this too. If you add mushroom powder to stews or soups, the flavor will be amazing.

 

“Why are you going through such trouble when the grand Duke’s pantry is full of dried mushrooms?”

 

Suddenly she heard Elliot’s voice in her head.

 

‘Let’s go see Elliot.’

 

Before that, she needed to take a shower and brush her teeth. It wasn’t just because she was sweating. The spicy smell of chili peppers still permeated her hands. What do you think of your mouth after taking a bite of pickled green pepper? That man will be horrified if she continues like this.

 

“I feel like my holy power is paralyzed just by smelling this.”

 

So Elliot hasn’t even set foot in the cabin these days.

 

“How can you eat something like that and still be fine?”

 

Because she was a Korean who did not suffer internal injuries from the spicy taste of chili peppers. Anyway, what if she started eating peppers now?

 

‘Maybe we should skip the kiss?’

 

The reason her cheeks were burning right now was probably because of the pickled green peppers she ate a few hours ago. Or maybe the autumn sun was too hot.

 

‘I have to take a cold shower.’

 

It was when she reached the cabin.

 

“What?”

 

There was an invisible horse tied to the fence. A man he had never seen before was even lingering in front of him.

 

“Who are you?”

 

When she asked, the man dressed in luxurious clothes greeted her politely and handed her a scroll of parchment.

 

“I am a messenger from the imperial palace.”

 

The parchment scroll was an invitation. It was also an invitation sent by the Empress. She wondered why a high-ranking person would invite her, even though she had no official status whatsoever. But it turned out she wasn’t the only one invited. 

 

[In order to wash away the long-standing resentment accumulated over the history of the empire and promote harmony…]

 

In order to improve the relationship between the Vatican and the Wizards’ Association, the Empress was holding a social event by inviting influential figures from both powers.

 

“This is an event held with good intentions, so please make sure to attend.”

 

The person who came directly from the imperial palace to this outskirts and delivered the invitation to me emphasized it several times. Could it be that he would be punished if she didn’t attend? It seemed very desperate.

 

“But I’m not an influential person.”

 

Elliot’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the invitation at her words.

 

“I’m just a witch who farms and gathers food in the countryside.”

 

“Yes. Raise the little devils of the Grand Duke’s family into good children, defeat the rugged assassins…”

 

Elliot suddenly started reciting what she had done over the past few years.

 

“Saving the lives of miners trapped in a mine is an easy task that any witch who farms and gathers in the countryside can do.”

 

“It was really easy.”

 

“Excessive humility is no different from pride, Miss Hazel.”

 

Elliot narrowed his eyes and glanced at her playfully before he turned his attention back to the invitation. Soon a disapproving sigh escaped him.

 

“I don’t want to let you go…”

 

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