The True Side of Witches

In a dark forest of crooked trees and bathed in the eerie, full moon's light. A group of women in various robes and pointed hates met among a garden of various coloured flowers, both mystical and poisonous. Amongst them, two women of different heights stood out the most: a small witch with large proportions, silver hair and sharp teeth. 

Her eyes and oversized hat were crimson, which housed a lovely rag doll cat. The other, a tall woman with a flat chest and buttocks wearing a blue-coloured robe with a slim fit, stood opposite each other.

"Well, if it isn't the midget Medea and her stupid cat~ I heard you quit being a witch and spread your legs for a church knight!" The tall witch muttered a long pipe that flickered with purple flames.

The other witch had her arms folded with a big, toothy smile.

"Ehehehe, my apprentice is quite dashing. You still stuff your robes with pads to hide your flat chest, Bella?" 

"My name is Elizabeth Medea!" the witch replied in anger. "Don't call me by that nickname again!"

"Sure, Bella~." Medea giggled, channelling mana into her wand and pointing it at the taller witch, creating a sinister grin on her face. "Shall we try to kill each other and see who has the bigger staff? Like old times, I like the look of your robes today. Will you let me have them?"

When Elizabeth heard Medea's question, her entire body trembled as her magic exploded. "You greedy little bitch! I'll devour your magic and steal your apprentice!"

"Witch~ Bitch~ they sound similar. Fufu, I bet he would love to call me a bitch while pushing me on all fours~ such a young boy with a healthy imagination." Medea teased the taller witch.

"It's time to die, midget! And your stupid cat!" Elizabeth reached into her robes and removed a dark staff with a glassy sphere at its end. "Medea's family doesn't have any future in the witch council anymore, so why don't you do us all a favour and--" 

"SILENCE!" a proud voice echoed. The woman in the most elegant and decorated robes called out, her seat at the head of the table, with two golden pauldrons attached to her cape. "Eliza, Medea. This is not the place to fight!"

"Oi oi Alexa~ take your pride and leave it at the door; you're making me want to steal that ugly robe of yours, snap your legs and make you crawl back home to your shithole with your wand shoved in your ass!"

Medea grinned, showing her fangs, while the other witches shook their heads and stayed out of it. Even Elizabeth, who expressed her hatred towards the shorter witch, suddenly sat down and acted meek.

"Medea, this meeting will determine the Witch Council's decision on the war between the human church, the beastkin, and 'your male witch,' so think twice before trying to irritate me. It will not work. I am not on your level and do not need to register your insults, worm," Alexandra uttered dignifiedly.

Medea continued to grin. "Is that so~ well, since your last trip to the dragon continent, your attitude has become even cockier."

Alexandra ignored the small witch's comment and slammed her staff on the ground.

"The human church has stopped its crusade against the beastkin race; adding to this, the kingdom of Arcadia has allied with the church." For a moment, the female witch with stunning blonde hair leaned back with a confident look while cleaning her nails.

Then she continued. "This is an issue for everyone here, as humans work together. Our refuges shrink with each step, and of course, the male witch... Medea, you recorded his magic and awakening, right? Today's meeting will determine the council's stance on this matter and whether to continue our defensive stance or change to an offensive role!"

These seven witches were the leaders of all elves, the great council that stood above even the elders. They were so lavish that they did not deny their foul names, choosing to call themselves witches with pride. 

Their names.

Witch of Greed - Medea, a small and fiery woman who has lived longer than any other witch.

Witch of Gluttony: Elizabeth, the youngest of the council, was taught by Medea until she awoke the Gluttony stone.

Witch of Wrath - Spica, a powerful and innocent witch who is usually neutral unless someone affects her settlement or goals, then she becomes a demon.

Witch of Lust - Lumia, the most modest of the witches, holds a quiet nature and, despite her name, lacks all sense of the title; only her magic seems to cause an unwanted effect on the opposite sex.

Witch of Sloth - Zeta, a beautiful and lazy woman who enjoys sleeping in her settlement, her power is in the top three of the council.

Witch of Envy - Matilda, one of the weakest witches, can mimic a weaker version of all six other sins' privileges.

Witch of Pride—Alexandra Lovas is a witch and former princess. Her nation is now the largest settlement of the seven, a kingdom hidden in the north. She is tied with Medea for the most powerful witch of the council because her privilege does not allow her to submit.

"Hmmm..." For once, Medea didn't joke or complain. Instead, she finally sat on her elevated seat. "As much as I don't like your arrogance, Alexandra. I agree with your words. The male witch is variable, but I can guide him, and the church's sudden shift in policy is concerning, so I shall agree with you for the time being. May I add the witch is the second prince of Arcadia? He might be of use alive."

Medea then opened a video sphere, a blue crystal shaped like a tear that floated from her palm and showed Sigurd from the moment she met him to his awakening on her first floor.

The witch of pride nodded and looked at her peers, each nodding in agreement except Elizabeth and Spica because of the images and seeing his promise. They also found the betrayal of the church a welcome benefit for them.

"Why should we help that creature!?" Elizabeth shouted. "Men are an abomination! They just listen to their convenient logic, condemn us for people's crimes over thousands of years ago!"

"Men have no future in this world!" Spica hit the table, causing the entire area to rumble from her sheer physical ability. "We will only bring destruction, death and pain."

"Woah! Nice muscle, Spica~" Medea gave her a thumbs up, but the muscular witch didn't understand what it meant. "We lived through years of suffering, destruction and pain~ what more could you ask for?"

"Spica!" Alexandra called out. "Will you oppose the council? If so, we will find a replacement to replace you."

"..." Spica stared at Alexandra as if she were staring at the sun, not that she didn't respect Alexandra's power. The two always clashed, like Medea and Elizabeth. "I just don't believe he can be of use..."

"You speak of strength alone when his existence is enough to bring the human church to its knees. This is unprecedented! A male of our own has awakened!" Alexandra stood up, using her privilege to amplify her sense of importance and the power of her voice. "There is unprecedented!"

"The Witch council will ally with the male witch! We will act on any information or news regarding the male witch!" Alexandra slammed her staff on the ground, grinning at Medea, who rolled her eyes.

"She just looked at his handsome face, the damn slut! What pride~ silly woman." Medea complained to her pet cat before closing the video, showing Sigurds several moments of genius.

"..." Alexandra ignored Medea; because of their past, they no longer fought over small things like this. "We will accept Sigurd, change our policy to attacking and prosperity rather than defence and finally, Spica will deal with the beastkin!"

Once those words finished, the entire atmosphere of the room changed as they all tossed aside their wands and staves and grabbed the nearest pot of wine or ale. 

"Now, let's enjoy our two-week sabbatical! By the way, Medea, can you monitor the boy now? I saw something of a mission you posted about him, a witch of less than a week hunting lesser Agmar?" Matilda spoke slowly and gently, like the ocean waves dancing along a beach.

"It's rare for Matilda to speak~ as cute as always, fufu, yes. I wanted to test his power from being a knight for ten years and see if he could combine it with his magic by forcing him into a deadly quest!"

"Sadistic bitch!" 

"Fufu~ thanks for the compliment, Bella! I just want my things to be the best~ I am greedy with my toys."

The next moment, a screen with the Laguna forest appeared, and the scene caused the witches to focus on the video while Alexandra dropped her wine on the ground.

"... I want him." Lumia's sweet voice sounded before the witches' meeting suddenly turned into a battlefield as the seven strongest witches all began using their magic to the full.

"He needs to be killed..." Spica muttered.

"What a pretty magic aura!" Zeta's slow voice followed as she watched him with a lazy gaze.