Mokania truly had not expected something like this to happen within his own world.
In a city, moths, locusts, flies, and all manner of insects swirled through the air, densely covering the entire sky.
A very "beautiful" woman stood in midair.
She was the First Witch.
She wore black eye makeup and black lipstick, her entire appearance steeped in a dark aesthetic.
She calmly looked down at the city, her eyes utterly devoid of emotion, even as hundreds or thousands of people died below.
"Those nobles really had a hard time persuading you to act, Great-Grandmother." Charles III stood within the city, countless golden eyes opening around him. Flecks of light flashed past, killing any insects that approached.
"You should stop saying things like that. They make me sick." The First Witch spoke softly, but her voice pierced through the buzzing of countless insects and reached Charles III's ears.
Charles II was the child of her younger sister and her man. In theory, Charles III was her grandson.
Calling her Great-Grandmother was not wrong.
It was simply that the emotions contained in that title reminded her of unpleasant memories from the past.
"Hahaha, Great-Grandmother, you're still quite the beauty. What you do is disgusting in itself, so I can't exactly make you shut up." Charles III did not hesitate, making no effort to conceal the malice in his words.
Ever since his great-grandmother had been forced away by the united nobles, she had completely let herself go.
She had established the Witch Alliance, secretly encroached upon duchies, adopted quite a few male concubines, and done nothing but disgusting things.
Of course, what angered Charles III the most was that she had constantly been encroaching on royal authority.
If the First Witch had not been secretly keeping him in check, he