Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 33 - 30 Amaterasu

Looking at the prompts appearing in his mind, naturally, Shiayar had no reason to refuse.

He had taken a huge risk, performing such a drama in front of the Ashes Cult and all the teachers and students of the school, forcing himself to appear as a living sacrifice with the people’s well-being at heart.

And what was it all for, if not the index finger bone at the center of the altar, serving as the core of this fire sacrifice?

A 6th Order contaminant and an Extraordinary material.

If converted to Rhine gold coins, that would be worth at least hundreds of thousands, and it was an item so rare it was virtually impossible to find on the market.

After all, the 6th Order corresponded to Beastmasters of the Titled Rank or true Emperor Rank Pet Beasts.

In any superpower on the Western Continent, this was undoubtedly a strategic-level resource.

Even Beastmasters who had already achieved the Titled Rank could use this material to further enhance their strength. If their rank was lower, it could directly improve the racial quality of their Pet Beasts.

If Shiayar were to follow the normal route, he would never be able to exchange for materials of this level, even if he completed tasks for the Jurisdiction Bureau or the Military Department to the ends of the sky. This would only be possible if he were willing to sign a servitude contract and become an employee completely under the Empire’s control.

"Confirm."

[Confirmation received to use the Extraordinary material to complete the Skill Embryo: "Amaterasu"]

[Now containing the Fire Spark Source...]

[Current containment progress: 1%, 2%...]

A silver flash accompanied the azure text prompts, and the little white ferret was summoned to Shiayar’s shoulder.

"Seize the opportunity, Silver."

"This is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity. If we don’t succeed in containing it this time, we might have to tighten our belts for the next year."

"SQUEAK!"

The little white ferret nodded earnestly.

This was also the opportunity it had been longing for.

To master the most powerful killing move and firmly secure its position as Shiayar’s number one Pet Beast, the moment was now!

In Silver’s ruby-like right eye, the pattern of the three-ringed blood moon spun continuously, its image reflecting into reality.

At the center of the altar, the dry and emaciated finger bone suddenly began to flicker.

It flickered between solid and ethereal states, as if toggling between being a tangible object and an illusory phantom.

And alongside this transformation between the tangible and illusory—

Hazy points of light, along with the surging black flames surrounding it, began to be drawn into Silver’s left eye.

「...」

Outside, everyone silently watched the altar, shrouded in pitch-black flames, awaiting the final outcome.

Those able to participate in this operation were naturally experienced arsonists; this was not their first fire sacrifice.

Although the scale was different, based on past experiences, the offering of the fire sacrifice would normally be reduced to ashes within a few seconds. The main relic, the core of the sacrifice, would then receive nourishment from the offering, unleashing unimaginable power and turning into a walking natural disaster.

However, ten seconds passed... then half a minute... then a whole minute. The altar, still shrouded in pitch-black flames, remained calm, showing no sign of the fire sacrifice’s completion.

"’Just wait. The relic bestowed by the Lord this time is far superior to previous ones, so it’s naturally different,’ an experienced arsonist said.

Three more minutes passed. The altar, wrapped in black flames, remained just as quiet, with no sound emanating from it.

"’Do not panic. The offering chosen by the Honorable Leader is of the highest quality, its worth equivalent to hundreds of ordinary offerings. Therefore, it’s normal for the fire ritual to proceed a bit slower,’ the 3-Ring Arsonist leader spoke up this time.

He held considerable prestige within the Ashes Cult, and his words immediately calmed the somewhat agitated arsonists.

Three minutes passed. Then another three.

After ten minutes, a young arsonist, unable to contain his impatience, approached the altar to observe the situation within. But he quickly let out a piercing, sorrowful howl.

The black flames swirling around the altar showed no regard for his identity as one of their own and directly engulfed him.

Soon, the sizzling sound of burning flesh filled the air.

"’One must not rashly disturb the Lord.’ The Arsonist leader ignored his companion wailing in agony on the ground and admonished the others with a grave expression. They all nodded in agreement.

Thus, they fell into another long wait.

Meanwhile, on the distant battlefield, the tremendous noise from the battle between the Sovereign Rank Pet Beasts also gradually subsided.

One of the Magma Giant’s arms and a leg had been torn off, and its chest was pierced with two large holes.

The cult leader of the Ashes Cult was desperately holding on by sheer willpower, preventing the two 4-Ring powerful pros from disrupting the ritual’s completion.

Finally, just as both the members of the Ashes Cult and the students and teachers of St. Roland had grown weary of the endless wait, a change finally occurred within the altar.

The pitch-black flames beside the altar suddenly surged.

Then, in an instant, they violently contracted.

The once-towering black flames vanished as if completely absorbed by something, disappearing without a trace and revealing the stone altar within.

A hint of relieved joy flickered in the eyes of the Arsonist leader.

Based on past experience, the disappearance of all black flames signified the fire ritual’s completion.

The token bestowed by the Lord would no longer unconsciously radiate power; instead, imbued with divinity, it would allow its wielder to control its power at will.

He snapped the scythe in his hand in half, knelt reverently on the ground, and spoke with a fanatical expression.

"Welcome the Godly Descent of the Lord!"

"Welcome the Godly Descent of the Lord!"

Almost all the arsonists behind him performed the same action, their expressions devout.

They had already envisioned everything that was to happen. Using the token of the severed finger bone as a vessel, the Avatar of the Lord of Ashes would descend upon the Empire Capital. He would turn all heretical rebels into ruins and announce the majesty of the Ashes Cult to the entire Western Continent.

But then, everyone heard footsteps.

The Arsonist leader saw a pair of standard-issue long boots appear before his eyes, followed closely by that familiar, lazy voice.

"Oh, I didn’t expect your scythes were actually ritual consumables... And here I thought they were some kind of Martial Spirit that accompanied you."

The owner of the voice sounded quite cheerful, apparently in a good mood.

"Wait, why are you all kneeling?" freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"Never mind. You’ll make good targets to test my new skill. Oh, right, I almost forgot I haven’t allocated the points yet."

The Arsonist leader blankly raised his head. Then, he saw those blood-red eyes, spinning like a kaleidoscope.

"Amaterasu."

An infinitesimal fraction of a moment later, eternally burning cursed flames turned everything within a hundred meters to ashes.

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