Chapter 212 – The Witch of Colors (The Real One)

Аftеr defeating thе lаst clonе witch.

Gustav is brimming with а triumрhаnt, “Wе did it!” kind оf еnergy.

Аfter all, hе tоok dоwn а witсh with his оwn hаnds, evеn if it was just а clonе.

※’Jасоb Karаte rеally is somеthing еlse.’ ‘Jacob Каrate looks so imрrеssive!’ ‘Jacob Kаrаte works еven оn witсhеs.’ ‘Тwo thousand yеars of Jасоb Karаtе histоry isn’t for shоw.’

“It’s alreаdy being summed up аs Jаcob Каratе.”

※Rump: ‘It’s alrеady written оn Little Sрiсe’s Streamer Wiki.’

“Wha—whаt?! Thе tаll tаle hаs becоmе fаct!”

“As а man оf rеligiоn mуsеlf, I’d prеfеr wе didn’t use а sаint’s name so frivolously…”

“Mr. Gustav is troubled! Let’s keep this as an inside joke just for Japan!”

※’Okay!’ ‘Whee!’ ‘Roger!’ ‘Danke schön!’

Good, good. The Meat Brigade is very understanding.

“Spice!! Something terrible is happening on the upper floor!!”

‘This is bad! Really bad! Since the Colors thing is already exposed, she’s going all out like she has nothing left to lose! Specifically, the top floor is unfolding like this… trying to dye all of Graz…’

“Ehh, that’s terrible!!”

Thanks to the Witch Hunter’s charge, things moved quickly, which is good.

The problem is, with their half-baked preparations and strength, they only managed to make the Witch of Colors fly into a rage!

As a result, Spice and the others have shown up and are trying to confront her head-on with force!

Wouldn’t it have been better to do this from the start?

No, no, this is a windfall situation…

※’Little Spice is making all sorts of faces.’ ‘He must be thinking a lot internally.’ ‘He’s surprisingly considerate and good at laying groundwork…’ ‘This time, Little Spice was arguably the most mature one.’

“That was close! Staying silent during a stream is a streaming accident! So, anyway, Windy charged up to the upper floor, so Spice is going to chase after her…”

※Prime Sirloin: ‘Mr. Gustav went too! Ahhh, the handsome older guy’s life is in danger!’

“Oh no!!”

Spice hurriedly chased after the two of them!

At first glance, it seems only an elevator connects to the top floor…

But the path Windy opened was a staircase, cleverly hidden by Magic of Color.

Such a hidden passage is now revealed!

This is like a color and magic power concealment thing, tricking both visual and magical perception.

Feels like a skilled technique.

It seems Snow White, who was relatively free last time they were on this floor, had her eye on it.

That reconnaissance earlier was meaningful!

‘Colors, you’re good! When it comes to hacking perception, you’re top-class!’

‘Haaah?! Flota, what are you praising her for?! You could just wash this away with a big splash of water, couldn’t you?!’

‘No, no, Colors really is something. To pull off this much camouflage in a situation where she doesn’t have great compatibility as a witch!’

‘Ugh!’

“Marinna made an angry sound like a monkey!”

‘By the way, the one from the Grimoire of Colors is called Karafuri. It puts on airs like an artist, but since its big mouth is backed by real skill, I respect it.’

“Hahaan, so it has a masculine personality?”

‘Mmm, it’s the same type as me and Mentalis. Also, since Powered’s personality is masculine, four out of the seven grimoires are male.’

“Surprising~!”

While chatting and laughing, they ran up the camouflaged staircase and passed through the steel door shattered by Windy’s strike.

Arrival, top floor!

“Whoa!”

“Gwah!”

Suddenly, Windy is hit by something like colorful slime and sent flying, sticking to the wall!

Gustav is bound and lifted up by colorful, tentacle-like things!

※Prime Sirloin: ‘Eeek, I want to save the handsome guy but I also want to keep watching like this!’ ‘I’m definitely going to dream about this.’ ‘Ahh~ ^’ Rump: ‘Oh no! The handsome-guy-loving girls have Awakened!’

“Meat Brigade, calm down! They got taken out right away! The Witch of Colors seems seriously strong!”

The top floor’s ceiling had already unfolded, and from the floor, a multicolored torrent-like flow was gushing out toward the sky.

“From what Spice can see, this is a time-limited battle. If we don’t defeat the Witch of Colors quickly, all of Graz will turn into a colorful Dungeon!”

※’This is terrible!!’ ‘The historic townscape turning into a tacky townscape!!’ ‘The fate of Austria rests on Little Spice’s shoulders!!’

“Whoa! I’ll do my best!!”

“How utterly tasteless. To stream a battle between witches to the whole world.”

A somewhat calm woman’s voice.

At the very back of the room.

Near the area with her back to the window, a woman is standing.

There are countless paintings, sculptures, and bookshelves there.

Thick curtains are hung on the windows, protecting each item from ultraviolet light, I see.

“That’s dedication.”

“My, you understand? Art and literature are wonderful things. The desperate struggles of short-lived humans given form. A momentary brilliance that I, a witch with eternal life, cannot produce.”

Her figure, perhaps because she’s backlit, looks like a pitch-black shadow.

Only the vividly colored scarf wrapped around her neck stood out unnaturally clearly.

She looks strong!

“Among the clones I separated from myself, it seems you defeated particularly strong ones. Thanks to that, the fog in my head seems to have cleared.”

A red crack appeared within the pitch-black shadow.

A mouth.

She’s smiling.

Here, Spice realized.

“Ahh! It’s pitch black because it’s a form where all the colors are mixed! In other words, the Witch of Colors, unified with all colors mixed together!”

“That’s right. Well then, shall we begin, Newest Witch? How thoughtful of you to come all the way to Graz to build your own grave.”

“So, is this name okay to carve on the tombstone? ‘The woman who mixed all the paint and turned it black.'”

“I’ll kill you.”

“First win in the war of words, you bastard!”

The final chapter of the decisive battle set in Graz begins!