Even Though I Defeated the Demon Lord, My Wife and Daughter Treat Me Like Trash ~ I Found Out My Wife's Child Isn't Mine, and When I Confronted Her, She Got Mad and I Was Exiled. The Country's in Trouble Because the Demon Lord Came Back? Sorry, I'm Getting Remarried to a Princess, So I Can't Help. - Chapter 6: The Witch's End

Chapter 6: The Witch’s End

At the word “die,” Galforne’s delicate eyebrows twisted in annoyance as she corrected me.

“Die? Have you forgotten? The King is merely sealed, not dead.”

“A seal that will never be broken is as good as death.”

“That is, if it can’t be broken.”

I knew Galforne had been scheming to break the Demon Lord’s seal for some time. 

The details of the seal were only known to Old Man Barnes, who had cast it.

All I knew was that it was incredibly powerful, involving a deal with a high-ranking deity. 

It wouldn’t be easily undone… but something about Galforne’s confident demeanor bothered me.

This didn’t feel like simple bravado. I couldn’t let her escape again.

“Even if you have a plan to break the seal, it’s pointless. You’re going to die here.”

“My, my, how persistent. You know, women don’t like men who can’t take a hint… But fine, this time… I will win!”

Sitting atop the throne, Galforne snapped her fingers. 

In response to her command, the corpses arranged before her twitched.

She began chanting a spell. The language was unfamiliar, but from the cadence, it seemed to be an ancient tongue.

As her incantation progressed, the headless bodies rose to their feet, clasping their hands in front of their chests as if in prayer. 

A red-black mist rose from each corpse, gathering at a single point and forming a sphere about the size of an adult man’s height.

It looked like a grotesque imitation of the sun, made of blood. Galforne smiled triumphantly, her confidence evident.

“The Cursed Death Sphere ‘Gaboldniard.’ When it was used to kill the Hero King Reshian, it required over a hundred sacrifices, but for you, Van, this should be more than enough.”

Now I understood why I had been able to reach the throne room so easily, without any traps.

These corpses arranged around Galforne were the trap—her ultimate weapon.

A forbidden magic, using sacrificial offerings. 

It was an ancient spell, from an older era.

Reviving something like this in the modern age… it’s no wonder she was called a witch.

“Well, I wouldn’t be arrogant enough to compare myself to a figure from myth.”

“Still so cocky… Die!“

Galforne pointed her finger at me.

The “Cursed Death Sphere,” as she called it, disappeared for a moment, only to reappear, surrounding me completely.

I was trapped inside the sphere, a sticky, uncomfortable sensation wrapping around my entire body.

There was no trajectory to dodge. It seemed unavoidable—designed to guarantee a kill.

So, after all, there was a trap.

—My very presence in this castle was the trap.

Which means… this is nothing but dumb luck.

If Galforne had set a different trap, I might’ve been defeated. 

My wife was right; I should have been more careful and not so rushed.

The Cursed Death Sphere remained around me for a moment longer… and then suddenly, it vanished.

Galforne’s expression hardened, confusion and fear creeping in.

“Impossible… how are you still alive?”

“I have resistance. Curses don’t work on me.”

“Resistance to curses…? Even so, this curse has killed demi-gods…!”

“I was born with it. Not sure of the details, but it’s come in handy.”

I shrugged, making light of it. Galforne, having lost her trump card, trembled and let out a scream of frustration.

“Complete immunity to curses… Could it be… you—”

“Hm? Something come to mind?”

Could she know something about my origins? That would be interesting…

“Even if I did, I would never reveal it to an enemy! Next time, I will—”

Yeah, I figured as much. 

But she was mistaken.

“There won’t be a next time.”

In one swift motion, I closed the distance between us, striking at the exhausted Galforne who was still spitting defiant words. 

My blade severed her neck. Her beautiful face, twisted in anger, flew into the air.

Normally, that would be the end, but with her, this wasn’t enough.

“Alright, let’s get to work.”

Activating my spatial magic, I retrieved several katashiro—paper doll effigies—from my storage. 

From here, it would be a race against time. 

I pressed the effigies into the blood flowing from Galforne’s decapitated body and head.

I had already figured out why this witch kept coming back to life, no matter how many times she was killed.

─This woman was using residual magical energy to activate a self-resurrection spell.

It’s a feat only possible for someone with extraordinary magical power, and even then, the conditions have to be just right for a human to pull it off.

The necessary catalyst? A katashiro stained with her own blood.

As Galforne’s body dissolved into mist, and her clothes fell to the ground, the katashiro I had prepared began to re-materialize her body. 

The closest effigy takes priority during the resurrection process.

Normally, she would have stored the katashiro at a safe distance and planned her escape from there.

But when the newly revived Galforne saw me standing right in front of her, her face twisted in shock.

“V-Van, why are you…?”

“You’ve already figured it out, haven’t you? Your little trick has been exposed.”

Seeing the katashiro scattered on the ground, Galforne’s expression showed she realized her plan had failed. 

She quickly shifted, putting on a seductive smile.

“Heh, Van, fine. I admit my defeat.”

“Good. Now die with dignity.”

As I reached for my sword, she chuckled softly.

“But before I die—don’t you want to have your way with me? How often do you get the chance to embrace a high-level demon? It’s a rare opportunity.”

Galforne, still smiling seductively, struck a provocative pose and tried to tempt me.

I could tell her smile and movements were laced with magical influence—a charm spell of sorts.

She had ensnared countless men this way before.

It was her trump card, her final weapon. 

Judging by her confident expression, this tactic had worked for her many times.

And now, having just reincarnated from within the katashiro, she was completely naked.

In other words… yeah, it’s quite the sight. 

Especially for someone like me, who hasn’t been intimate with my wife in ages. 

The magical effects of her charm didn’t work on me, but the sight of a naked beauty was still… overwhelming.

Suppressing the faint stirrings of desire, I didn’t respond. Instead, I swung my sword and severed her head once more.

After repeating the same process with the katashiro four times, Galforne finally stopped resurrecting.