Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 130: Guardian Of The Autumn Tower

Hello everyone,

Releasing this chapter a day early because of my schedule. I hope you will enjoy it. 

Chapter 130: Guardian Of The Autumn Tower

Deeper into the night, the creature was brought into one of the many rooms of the tower. He didn’t need to be forced to. And he didn’t need to be dragged. He came. He walked. He followed.

He followed September, his mistress, wherever she went to… Wherever her milk bags went to. He followed her into a large room with a few tables with many glassed bottles with different coloured liquids in them. Junk followed her here as well. To him, outside of the few tables and the bottles, the room looked like a morgue. The room was cold with dark grey walls. Made the Minotaur think of either a morgue or a dungeon. One of the two. In any case, when September stepped into the room, she had the tall and naked creature sit on of the long tables. Junk was also naked, but it was the creature that had been imprisoned in the coffin of the church that was asked to sit on that table. The Minotaur was part of whatever this was supposed to be. He was there. He was involved. He even helped the creature to get on the table. The monster was still feeling confused and dizzy because of the long, long time he slept in that church. He would be fine, but for the time being, he was having quite a bit of trouble keeping himself together. There was still milk dripping out of the mouth of the red creature. The taste of September’s most delicious mana milk was still there, present in his mouth. He loved it. He adored it, in fact.

“There, there, mommy is going to take care of you,” September tried reassuring the tall and muscular creature through his confusion. She attempted to make it as best and as easy as possible for him. She took the time to petted his head as she gathered a series of glassed bottles filled with all of these coloured liquids. Potions.

“Mommy?” Junk asked her, unsure what to think, really.

“What? Relax. I am not his real mother. Mostly,” she said.

“I believe you’ve got some explaining to do, September.”

“What is it with you? What is your problem?” she asked.

“I had no issue. I was woken up in the middle of the night. The ghost. She woke me up in the middle of the night and asked me for help. She brought me into the woods. She brought me to the church. Why is there an old-ass church in the middle of the woods surrounding the tower? You never mentioned any of this before…”

“Big deal. There is an old church not too far from the Autumn Tower. Why is that supposed to change? What? Was I supposed to tell you all about it? There are churches everywhere. Even though they are a thing from the past and that they were all abolished decades ago, they still exist. Abandoned. No longer maintained or used. Nearly falling down. But still there. Still standing. How is that something I should have mentioned to you, Junk? Um?” she asked him as she poured a few drips of one of her potion on a tissue, which she rubbed on the creature’s body, the parts of his body where there were a few darker, black spots. Such as his chest and arms and even a few spots on his legs. Disgusting spots where the creature appeared to be rotting from the inside.

“It’s a big deal because the ghost who woke me up in the middle of the night brought me to that coffin in the church. Begged me to open it. Discovered this big boy right here. I see that you are taking care of him right now. But is he your prisoner? He was chained into the coffin. You can’t tell me that this is nothing,” he told her.

“On what side are you? On our side or…?” the witch asked.

“Of course, I am on your side. You know that. But who is this guy?” referring to the red monster, who was currently sitting on the table. “And why was he imprisoned in a coffin and chained up?”

“This beauty right here is the guardian of the Autumn Tower. Well, he used to be, before…” she suddenly stopped talking.

“Before what?” Junk desperately wished to know about it.

“He was the keeper of our beautiful tower. He had been the keeper of it for the longest time until the accident….” she stopped.

“Until the accident?” this caught him by surprise a bit. He didn’t know an accident had happened to this… Creature. Suddenly, he felt bad for him. He didn’t know. He cleared his throat. Tried saying something, but couldn’t. Instead, he nodded and looked at September again. Knew she wasn’t done talking, so he listened to her.

“He died. We tried resurrecting him. Bringing him back. We tried. Myself and my old master. But we failed. He came back. But he is not the same man he used to be. He is dangerous, too. That’s why we had to chain him up. At first, we tried keeping him, chained in a room of the tower, but that didn’t work. Turns out, the only page that can keep him calmed is that church. The holy energies, which are still present in the church, maintain him stable and keep him alive. The church allows him to sleep and rest. Permanently. The best thing for him since he can, unfortunately, be the keeper of our tower. The only thing that can maintain him stable and lively is…”

“Your mana milk,” Junk swiftly interrupted her. He knew.

“Yes. Yes, that’s right. My mana milk,” she confirmed.

“Just like me. So, we are not so different after all.”

“You’d be right about that if it wasn’t for the accident.”

“But I still don’t get it. The ghost who woke me up tonight, asking for my, help, said something about him being the only one who could keep up with you and defeat you. She said he was the only one who could help her escape your breasts and came back to life.”

“She was there during the accident. She was there,” she said.

“Witch. What was the accident?” he had to know.

“First thing first: On which side are you, Junk? My side. Or the side of that ghost who doesn’t like being imprisoned inside of my breasts? You have to tell me.”

“I said it earlier, September: Your side. Only your side.”

“Good. Good”

“I just want to know…” Junk tried forming a sentence, but couldn’t. He suddenly cough. And cough. And cough.

“...” she knew what was up.

“It has been a while since the last time I had your milk… I feel…. I feel dehydrated…” then, he fell unconscious.