Chapter 51: 51. God and Mortal
Bumping into someone while walking was originally a trivial matter. In Dorothy's impression, it was usually something that could be resolved with an apology, unless it was a contrarian or someone who was actually injured; otherwise, normal people generally wouldn't be relentless.
Although her new clothes were now dirty, it wasn't a big deal for a Witch; a simple cleaning spell could restore them to new. Moreover, it was a child who bumped into her, and a cute Little Loli at that, not one of those unruly brats.
Besides, it was actually her own fault for not looking ahead and instead looking around aimlessly. She also shared the blame, so it really couldn't be entirely blamed on the other person.
Therefore, Dorothy originally had no intention of pursuing anything. She was already preparing to bend down to help the Little Loli up and comfort this adorable little rabbit.
However, now she was somewhat at a loss due to the overly exaggerated reactions of the rabbit-person sisters and the surrounding Different race. She looked up at Sophia beside her, her eyes asking how a Witch usually handles such situations.
However, the Angel Witch only gave her a cold glance, not bothering to pay attention.
Dorothy understood the look; it roughly meant, "You are a Young Lady, you can handle it however you want."
Helpless, Dorothy thought for a moment and decided to stick to her original plan.
What others do is none of my business; as long as I'm happy.
So, she waved her hand, and invisible magic power lifted the rabbit-person sisters who were kneeling on the ground.
"This was just an accident; there's no need to worry too much about it."
She spoke to comfort the still anxious Rabbit Girl Sister, then reached out and took out a few candies she usually made for herself from her magic bag, which was now a shoulder bag.
"Come, Little Sister, don't cry. Big Sister will show you a trick, okay?"
She showed the candies in her hand to the still-crying rabbit-eared Loli, then magic power surged, and the few small candies began to twist and deform. Finally, under the cover of a puff of magical smoke, they turned into several ice creams of different flavors.
"Want some?"
Looking at the Little Loli who had stopped crying and was staring at her in a daze, Dorothy asked proudly.
And after the Little Loli nodded, she handed her the ice creams.
"Be careful this time, don't bump into anyone again."
She reached out and stroked the Little Loli's head; the feel of the real rabbit ears was irresistible.
Only...
"Witch Adult, please, I beg you, spare my sister. She's just a child! Any punishment, you can direct it at me."
Dorothy had thought the matter was resolved, but to her astonishment, the Rabbit Girl next to her trembled even more violently. She looked in fear at the ice creams in her sister's hand, then once again plopped down and knelt before Dorothy.
The young Witch: "..."
Dorothy was first stunned by the Rabbit Girl's reaction, then quickly understood, feeling somewhat amused and exasperated.
"Don't worry, these are really just ordinary ice creams. I'm truly not angry."
She somewhat speechlessly helped the Rabbit Girl, who seemed to have a bit of persecution paranoia, up again, patiently explaining as she did so.
At the same time, her understanding of how terrifying Witches were in this world increased by another level.
So, what exactly did her compatriots do back then to make others suffer from PTSD like this?
Next, Dorothy explained for a long time, using all sorts of persuasion. Finally, she even took back an ice cream from the Little Loli's hand and licked it herself. Only then did the Rabbit Girl, who suffered from severe persecution paranoia, finally believe her. She then thanked Dorothyprofusely, so excited that she almost wanted to kowtow in gratitude again, which made the young Witch even more speechless.
"Thank you so much for your kindness, Witch Adult. My name is Ellie, and this is my sister Liz. We will definitely repay you if we get the chance."
The rabbit-person sisters finally left, expressing their profound gratitude. Watching their retreating backs, Dorothy finally let out a sigh of relief. Only then did she free her hands to cast a cleaning spell on her clothes and the Angel Witch's shoes next to her, then asked the pure white girl in front of her with some curiosity.
"Ah, I'm so tired. Sophia, what exactly did you do to these Different race before? Why are they so afraid?"
"The answer is, we did nothing."
The Angel Witch shrugged. Seeing her naive Young Lady, who understood nothing, still looking bewildered, she had no choice but to explain.
"Aside from a very small number of Witches with bad temperaments who do indeed vent their anger on these Different race, the vast majority of our compatriots are quite tolerant of them. The main reasons they fear us so much are two-fold."
"The secondary reason is that they are actually spoils of war we obtained from the battlefield. Their world was conquered and annexed by us. The ancestors of these Xenomorph once witnessed our Witches' presence on the battlefield. That fear of Witches was clearly etched into their memories at the time. So, when telling stories to their descendants, the survivors of those worlds inevitably developed a slight misunderstanding of our Witches."
"Actually, Young Lady, if you were to go to the surface, you would find that many Xenomorph who haven't seen a true Witch still believe we Witches are three-headed, six-armed, green-faced, fanged monsters, like demons."
Upon hearing such an explanation, Dorothy's mouth twitched.
So, how terrifying were Witches on the battlefield to leave such a dreadful, multi-generational stereotype on these Xenomorph? The fearof Witches must have been directly etched into these Xenomorph's DNA.
"What's the main reason then?"
She pressed for an answer.
The pure white girl, however, tilted her head and did not answer directly, but instead asked Dorothy a question.
"Young Lady, has anyone ever told you that you seem to lack a bit of self-awareness?"
"Uh..."
Dorothy was even more confused by such an inexplicable question.
What a joke! I've always been very self-aware, okay? I reflect on myself at least three times a day, constantly reminding myself not to get carried away. Look, as a Transmigrator, I've never dared to consider myself the protagonist of this world. Isn't that self-aware enough?
She was a little angry, glaring at the Angel Witch beside her who had always been somewhat sarcastic towards her.
"No way, I clearly have a very clear understanding of myself, okay?"
"Then what is your self-perception, Young Lady?"
Sophia asked again.
"Of course, I'm just an ordinary Little Witch, nothing more. Oh, I'm not that ordinary now; I have to admit, I'm a newly rich second-generation heir."
Dorothy answered almost without thinking.
But the pure white girl opposite her showed an expression of "as expected." She shook her head.
"Indeed, Young Lady, you are very lacking in self-awareness. Then, in your opinion, what is the relationship between us Witches and these Different race?"
Sophia posed another new question.
"Of course, it's the relationship between the ruler and the ruled. Hmm, it should be just a little better than the relationship between a slave owner and a slave."
Dorothy thought about it carefully this time, then replied.
However, the Angel Witch smiled without answering. She said nothing, only her magic power surged around her.
Infinite holy light emanated from her body, and the Little Angel-type Armor Beast named Angela flew out from her, transforming into a set of glorious holy golden armor covering the pure white girl's body.
Then, six pure white wings, too sacred to look at directly, unfurled behind Sophia. As these wings, symbolizing angelic power, spread, powerful magic began to erode reality, reversely influencing the world.
Thus, various anomalies began to appear one after another.
First, there was a holy song, sounding from an unknown source. This holy song, as if sung in unison by the purest young boys and girls, was innocent and sacred. Just listening to it made people yearn and aspire.
Subsequently, the phantom of Heaven unfolded behind the pure white girl. Majestic tall mountains and endless illusory temples began to emerge one by one. Dorothy recognized them; it was the center of Heaven, the Angels' homeland mentioned in historical books, the scene of Heaven Mountain, which was once counterattacked by Witches. This residence of the Angel King possessed an extreme luxury that mortals could hardly imagine even a fraction of.
And in every temple on this Heaven Mountain resided an Angel. These Angels were all so powerful that even the exaggerations in myths could hardly fully describe a fraction of their might.
However, when Sophia descended upon the temple at the summit of this Heaven Mountain, all the Angels, upon seeing her, respectfully bowed their heads, like believers seeing the supreme deity, devout and fervent.
Especially in the end, when the giant halo, symbolizing angelic authority, appeared like a crown above the pure white girl's head, the entire Heaven Mountain trembled.
This was an earthquake caused by all Angels kneeling.
"Holy, Holy."
The power generated by the fervent prayers of countless powerful Angels was terrifyingly abnormal. Even across a world, it was enough to shock people, forming a terrible pressure that enveloped the entire city.
Thus, at this moment, the six-winged Seraphim King descended upon the world like a myth. At this instant, Sophia seemed to become the focus of the entire world, watched by all.
And Dorothy, who witnessed all of this, took a long time to recover from the shock of Heaven manifesting. Only now did she finally realize how powerful her defeated opponent, the roommate assigned to her by her mother, the pure white girl who almost became her fiancée, truly was.
Hiss... This guy really held back during the previous duel. How could I have defeated something like this before? Is this what Sophia looks like when she unleashes her full power? Is this the prestige a Great Witch-level power should have?
Damn it, if someone told me now that this was a God-King in the world, I'd believe them.
But Angel Sister, can we be a little more low-key? Isn't this too high-profile? I feel like quite a few big shots are getting annoyed.
It was her overly sensitive perception acting up again. Dorothy could clearly feel countless gazes projected from various parts of the academy. Obviously, Sophia's sudden display had attracted the attention of the academy's big shots. Feeling the gazes of these big shots, which were enough to make her tremble with fear just by looking, Dorothy wanted to cry without tears.
She didn't want to become a school celebrity like this on the very first day of school.
However, Sophia in the sky was indifferent to those countless gazes. On the contrary, most of the gazes that made Dorothy tremble with fearshifted away when they met hers, not daring to look any longer.
After all, this was the current Student Council President of the Witch Academy, the actual ruler of this academy, the supreme existence in the entire school, second only to the Principal, and above everyone else.
If the Witch Academy were a country, then the Principal would be the King, and the Student Council President would be the Regent. She only needed to be responsible to the Principal, and everyone else, even the academy professors, usually had to follow the arrangements of this President.
After all, the professors' research funds also needed to be approved by the Student Council President. Who would dare offend the patron? Do they still want next month's funds?
Therefore, when the big shots saw that this anomaly was caused by the President, no one jumped out to spoil the fun. They all chose to watch the show.
Anyway, with the Principal completely hands-off from school affairs and fully delegating power to the Student Council, the President can do whatever she wants. Even if she gets bored and wants to dismantle the school for fun, the professors wouldn't say anything; instead, they'd go help move bricks.
As for whether the Principal would get angry afterward, that's the family matter of the Angel Witch, the descendant of the God-King. The Witch Academy was originally her family's inherited witch Territory, okay?
Hmm, in short, as long as the President is happy.
Seeing that no one was tactless enough to come out and cause trouble, Sophia said nothing more. She just quietly looked at the bewildered and helpless young lady below, feeling a slight joy of having avenged a great grudge.
Heh heh, my dear young lady, you showed off quite a bit before, but now I've finally evened the score.
Thus, the Angel King, high above Heaven, spoke. Her holy and majestic voice descended like a divine inquiry.
"Now, do you understand the answer, my naive and lovely young lady?"
Dorothy was silent. She looked around, observing the various races that had, at some unknown point, all prostrated themselves on the ground, as if believers seeing a deity, falling into a kind of fanaticism.
After a long time, she sighed.
She understood. Witches are the gods of this world.
The relationship between Witches and other races is not that of ruler and ruled at all. This is clearly the relationship between gods and mortals, far more terrifying than that between slave owners and slaves.
Divine power is like the sea, divine power is like a prison.
Gods need not speak much; all beings naturally revere them.
After all, how can mere mortals offend the majesty of a god? This is the sin of blasphemy, the greatest sin in the world.
So, does she, Dorothy, have the self-awareness of being one of the gods?
Dorothy didn't know the answer to this question. She only knew that her school life was over.
Feeling the countless gazes of the big shots instantly focused on her, Dorothy genuinely felt like dying.
So scary, my social anxiety is acting up! Reality is indeed so terrifying, boo hoo hoo, I want to go back to the Magic Web World.
The Zhai Mo Nv cried out from her soul.
Whoever wants this kind of school-wide fame on the first day of school can have it; I certainly don't want it. This is completely different from the school life I imagined, you bastards!
Mom, maybe I should just go home and dutifully inherit your family property.
The Little Witch is in self-isolation.
I tried hard to squeeze out more, and got another 4k words. Now there's truly not a single drop left.