Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 785: Meeting The Witch

Arriving at the mansion of the giants, Regalia led Erika through the place with the witch’s marionette hopping alongside them. A porcelain doll in the shape of a little girl; it was almost uncanny how much she resembled a human, and the way she spoke was just as convincing. Keeping a close eye on her, the demi-wolf led the two down the main hall until she reached what should’ve been Raven’s room. However, since it was just a few days before everyone remaining was supposed to leave the city, he had gone to pick up the last of the folks who’d remained behind despite his orders to leave.

Even so, walking into the room, it was far from empty. Inside, the elves and the priestess, along with Maria’s group and the monster girls, were present and doing some unwinding before sleeping. However, with the sound of footsteps approaching them, their attention turned to the door, and it was time for Regalia to offer an explanation. But before that, she gestured for Aria to come closer and help her carry Hilma to the bed, as her shoulders had started hurting.

"What happened to her?" She asked, but for now, the wolf decided not to reveal anything.

"I’ll tell you later. Where’s Raven?"

"Checking up on some girls that tagged along with the army, they’re still staying at the inn as far as I’m aware." Hearing Aria’s response, Regalia was almost glad that she would have some time to collect herself before having to explain everything that had happened to Raven.

However, the company that she’d brought piqued everyone’s curiosity, and so the moment Hilma was laid on the bed, she was bombarded with questions about what the hell was going on and who was their new guest. Though reluctant, she revealed everything that had happened with the exception of exactly how the witch had helped her back at the Aestonian inn. And since she hadn’t revealed the suicide attempt, neither did Erika, for she knew it wasn’t her place to bring up that topic.

After a lot of questions hurled at Regalia, the wolf girl sat at the edge of the bed and simply watched as Hilma slept. In the meantime, drawn by her mystic allure, the rest of the girls moved closer to ask her some questions as well.

"Soo...who are you exactly?" Slowly reaching for the marionette, Mel led the little doll closer. "And what’s the deal with the doll? How is she alive?"

"I’m not a doll!" Complained the little porcelain girl. "I’m Dandelion! Mistress’s loyal servant and coach master of her wagon!"

"Dandy..." With just a word and a harsh gaze, the doll jumped in fear. "Hush, girl, don’t be rude now. Master wouldn’t be happy if he heard you talking like that to customers."

"S-sorry, Mistress, it won’t happen again!" Covering her eyes with her tiny hands, Dandy’s body quivered as she was taken into Mel’s lap.

"Customers, huh? Do you sell something?" Walking closer to the bed, Maria couldn’t help but join the conversation. Tagging right behind her were both Amelia and Ophelia, while Hayley stood beside her.

"She’s a witch..." Before the woman could respond, however, Arche hissed, having judged her from her scent alone. "I can smell her blood from here; it reeks of magic, just like that stupid potion maker."

"The potion maker is the reason you can fit in a room like this," Maine retorted, nudging Arche with a shoulder on her side.

"Ughh, I liked you more when you were childish and fought with the horned girl," Arche shot right back, but instead of a reply this time, she got a punch on her spider bump.

"HORNED GIRL?! I HAVE A NAME, YOU STUPID SPIDER!" Though Mino had tried to hit her hard, Arche’s hard shell dampened the blow completely, and so with a yawn, she sulked to the ground and decided to sleep while the others continued to interrogate the witch.

As all eyes turned back to Erika, they were shocked to find her reaching into her top hat and taking out numerous things. Throwing the small decorative dress pieces around, she grabbed a pin or two and started handing them around.

"Bunny pin–always a hit; you can talk to them and they talk back! You should try them on; I’ll give you a big discount as long as you pay in your world’s gold–currently I’m running short in that department."

’The sales pitch...she really is a merchant.’ Such were the thoughts going on inside everyone’s head.

"I thought a witch’s goods would be a little more exotic than a fancy talking pin, to be honest," Erika, the priestess, said.

Shrugging her shoulders, the witch waved her hand in front of her, and a blanket full of goods erupted out of nowhere. Lying it on the empty side of the bed, she spread her arms wide and declared.

"I weave, and clothes and magic goods are all I have. Take a look; some of them might be quite up to your liking." Noticing an ankh necklace hanging from Erika’s neck, the witch’s sight landed briefly on the priestess’s big breasts. "Since we’re amongst girls, how about..."

Looking around at her own collection, she moved aside a scarf and revealed a pastel pink bra with a floral pattern. Holding it up, she stretched it quite a bit to show the quality of her work.

"I knew a duchess once who was tired of the weights on her chest, so she had me make these. They can help you adjust your breast size if your shoulders are hurting. Smaller or bigger, whatever way you want, just put them on and the magic happens, and when you take them off, puff! They’re back to normal!"

Already having an ache on her shoulders from carrying her breasts all the time, Erika’s eyes squinted with interest, but before she could say or do anything, Mel lunged at the bra, and right after her was Aria. Snatching it out of the witch’s hand, they rolled over the woman’s goods, all the while they struggled to get it out of each other’s hands.

"LET GO, YOU STUPID DARK ELF!"

"SHUT UP, YOU PALE FAIRY! GIVE IT TO ME!"

"I NEED IT MORE THAN YOU SINCE RAVEN WON’T GIVE ME A KID YET! YOU CAN STILL GROW NATURALLY!"

"NOT MY FAULT THAT YOUR RACE LACKS CURVES!"

Fighting over who gets the bra, the two tossed and turned all over the rest of the witch’s goods. However, she didn’t mind watching them struggle, as it gave her time to just do nothing and simply watch. Like cats, they fought, all for the sake of gaining big fat tits–even if they were only there for as long as they were wearing the bra. For Mel, it almost felt like a necessity, as the only way a fair elf grows curves is to have a child. Aria, on the other hand, simply didn’t want another elf in the group to have bigger breasts than hers.

After a few good minutes of fighting, they finally grew tired, and that’s when the witch declared.

"I have more than one of those."

"WHAT!?" The duo screamed in utter disbelief.