Worship Matter

Year 3397, Gemini(3) 24, 1016 ATW.

It was probably past 19pm.

The soldiers of Rosé were camping in the deep woods, a mountainside close to Mão Invisível, masked by witchcraft so they'd stay hidden.

An area, which was called Boundary Field, that served as something akin to an illusion as if there was nothing there. It helped to avoid unnecessary encounters with wild animals or scouters of Uva.

The ground was filled with wet earth, at least it'd stun the scouts if they somehow got too close.

Giant pine trees would serve as points for the archers to snipe down any bear or great salamander that'd get too close.

It wasn't perfect but was serving it's purpose. The camp had lasted a few weeks up until now, at least.

A thirteen-year-old girl, wearing square glasses, dirty black robes and a messed black witch hat was sat at the table near the soldiers twice her size.

They all had angry, tired, annoyed or unexpressive faces. Apparently it was a soldiers life.

She swayed her feet back and forth, resting her elbow on the table as she stared at a little light creature flying over a torch.

Curiously, the creature wasn't afraid of the fire. It embraced it's warmth.

"...lucky." the girl muttered under her breath.

When she was recruited by the former queen... 3 or 4 years ago, she thought she'd finally become someone that people would look up to.

She had been embarrassed and rejected even by her own family.

Humiliation... degradation... and any other 't-i-o-n' that one could name.

She got up from her seat at the table. Deciding to take a walk, she left them without uttering a word.

No one would care anyway.

She was nothing but a witch.

"Where is all the glory and praise...?" with an audible sigh, the witch went further down the camp.

Rosé's soldiers were partying, the smarter ones were sleeping so they could save as much energy as possible after eating the necessary.

A few dozen meters apart from the camp, between two long, thin trees was the queen's cabin.

Over ten feet tall, made out of wood and with magical properties that would warn of any invasor.

Obviously, the witch could easily break it.

But there was no reason to do so.

"...ahh ..."

"?" the witch tilted her head.

Something was clearly wrong. A weird sound coming from inside the cabin.

"...hyaa ..."

The witch's hat fell off.

She covered her mouth with her hands, eyes almost popping off.

"Whæ...?!"

She leaped almost a yard and peeked at the window.

And there it was: the queen, her body fully exposed, arching back on the bed sheets as she played with her private parts.

Seeing the queen going at it made the witch aroused herself.

"Wuooooh...!!"

"What are you doing?"

"Ggbbghffh—!??" with the shock, the witch almost jumped off her brown wasp powder coated shoes—the powder contained a magic mixture that removed pain from long walks and even bad smell.

(Wh-what do I do!? I can't just let him see our Majesty like that!!)

The over seven foot muscular man spoke again, this time in a little hasher tone, "What are you doing, Forwound? I hope you are not doing any kind of suspicious activity. The last time you 'tested new components' the whole army had stomachache for a week."

The witch, Irene Ostrich Forwound, turned around abruptly, like a tornado, and it made the man step back on instinct.

Forwound looked at the older, taller man, with a pout and teary cute eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It's creeping me out," he said.

Irene stuffed her, a little less than modest chest, and put her hands at her waist, as she spoke proudly, "I will have you know, Mr. Lionguard, that Virgo 32 last year was not a failure. As the great witch that I am, each of my experiments—even if they can be accounted as a failure—are nothing but an learning experience for the future. Thank you very much."

Dile Lionguard folded his arms across his chest and snorted, "Say what you want, Forwound. But what annoys me the most is that even after lecturing you for hours you still come up with excuses. I know you're still a kid, but you should act with responsibility. Just look at our Queen. She's a good example of maturity."

"You have no idea..." she muttered.

Lionguard arched an eyebrow, "What was that?"

"Nothing! Mr. Lionguard, why don't you go annoy someone else? I have to check out our Boundary Field."

The man grumbled, as the little witch dismissed him with a "Shoo, shoo."

Forwound sighed as she watched the man walking back to the camp.

"Don't you worry, my Queen. Your secret will die with me."

"What secret?", asked the queen, as she opened the door of her cabin.

"Wah!?!? No-nothing!! I have to check our Boundary Field! Excuse me!!!"

Irene Ostrich Forwound ran away fast like the wind, it wasn't even a magic effect, just her flight or fight instinct.

Queen Leta tilted her head in confusion, but didn't want to press the girl.