Otaku Witch-Chapter 376 335. Changed Beliefs

The illusions of the Cloud Sea Garden gradually dissipated, just like a mirage.

When Dorothy looked around again, she found herself back in the temple chapel, and the Lord of Glory who had been in front of her had vanished without a trace.

"Little one, see you in a week,"

Her ears faintly recalled such a voice, but when the homebody witch turned her head to look at the statue of the Twelve-Winged Angel in the temple again, she discovered that the statue previously inhabited by the Lord of Glory had now returned to normal.

Clearly, the consciousness and strength of the Lord of Glory had left this place.

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"He's gone already?"

While Dorothy felt relieved, she was also unexpectedly a bit disappointed.

She and senior Fanny had been prepared to face a fierce battle, only to find that the infamous historical antagonist seemed surprisingly reasonable.

"Tsk, isn't it good that he left? Just you, Dorothy, have such a big heart; I was nervous to death just now,"

Senior Fanny's voice also rose in her heart, clearly relieved.

"Uh, senior, tell me you didn't just chicken out. You're supposed to be the Future Fourth King, aren't you? You don't have the courage to face The Great Crippled Angel King who's been sealed for tens of thousands of years?"

Seeing her familiar senior in such a disgraceful state, Dorothy was also surprised.

"You know well that I'm only the king of the future. I haven't matured to my peak, okay? In fifty years I can decimate them, but right now I can only be decimated by them, for heaven's sake. I'm just a weak, pitiful, and insane twenty-something little witch right now. Apart from this body of Magic Power being rather strong, my other knowledge, skills, and experience are all lagging behind,"

Senior Fanny had had enough of her impetuous master. She really was fearless in her ignorance, not understanding the true horror of a genuine King of Calamity, an existence only slightly less formidable than their teacher, the God King, capable of slaughtering normal Sages like butchering dogs.

And under normal conditions, she was still considered relatively weak among the Sages.

Of course, if truly cornered, she could directly Summon a divine-magic Incarnation for a three-in-one fusion that would give her a fighting chance. But returning to a full form that would cause her Magic Power to surge could, in turn, hasten the final awakening that was supposed to arrive in fifty years.

"Anyway, be careful from now on, Dorothy. You should remember that for any Sage Level or higher beings, the quantity of Strength only matters when facing opponents of the same level. Against the weaker ones, they just need to wield their Authority and..."

Senior Fanny was going to earnestly persuade her master to not be so rash in the future because only Authority can counter Authority, but then she found herself at a loss for words. She suddenly remembered that this damned Master was a freak with Innate Authority.

Well, in that case, considering she had her Magic support, along with both her and Dorothy's Authorities, they really didn't have to fear the weakened Great Crippled Angel King, even though the opponent controlled the acknowledged strongest Authority—Fate.

"Oh, never mind. Let's forget what I just said, Dorothy. As long as you're happy, that's all that matters."

The great Future Fourth King went to her mental corner to draw circles and sulk.

Dorothy: "???"

A string of question marks rose above the homebody witch's head.

Senior, you know you'll get smacked for only saying half of what you mean, and you're actually thinking about a next time with something so terrifying? You must be dying for me to kick the bucket early.

Actually, despite her impulsive actions before, her heart nearly leapt out of her chest, okay? Her luck with encountering spirits was just too much. It was supposed to be a simple investigation task, so how did it get tangled up with top-tier entities like the Lord of Glory? This was toxic.

Dorothy tried to calm her mind, and after a while, she turned her gaze towards the church's adjacent little black room barrier where she had stuffed the Vice-President Ivette.

With a snap of her fingers, she dispelled the barrier of the little black room, releasing Miss Vice President from inside.

"Lord Clown, did you find anything?"

Ivette, who had been locked in the little black room, felt a surge of joy when she finally saw the light again, and eagerly looked at the faceless War Angel in front of her and asked.

"Hmm, the issue is resolved. let's go outside to talk about the rest," the homebody witch replied, calming the somewhat agitated Angel Witch before shifting her thoughts and leaving the temple space.

Outside, the Clown Grand Inquisitor, who had her eyes closed, opened them once again. She stood up straight, separated the two Angel's Rings that had been touching, and drew back her own Angel's Ring. She waited for the Vice President in front of her to wake up.

"Go and look into the Mirror of Conscience again. If there's no problem this time, I can make the decision to keep your spot, but you'll need to temporarily join my command. Your cooperation will be required for the follow-up investigation. If the investigation concludes with your innocence, then you'll be free. Are you willing?"

When Ivette opened her eyes and regained consciousness, she heard the Grand Inquisitor Lord with the clown mask speak so.

"Yes, yes, I'm willing. Thank you, Lord. I will do my best to cooperate with the investigation," Ivette quickly assured, with an ecstatic nod of her head.

She had thought that after such an incident, there was no way she could join the Judgment Court, and she was quite disappointed about it.

After all, she was about to graduate from the Witch Academy, and naturally, she'd need to find a job. Joining the Judgment Court to become a Judge with a formal career position, feasting on royal provisions, was one of the best job options available.

If her bright future were to be destroyed by some inexplicable accident, that would be hard for anybody to accept, but there was no helping it. After all, a witch with some suspicion of being a spy would normally not be suitable to become a Judge.

Ivette was well aware of this, so she thought that it would be a good outcome just to avoid being sent to the Torture Department this time.

But she never imagined that Lord Clown would give her another chance. Find more to read at novelbuddy

At this moment, the stature of Lord Clown in Ivette's heart instantly rose even higher than that of the God King. She decided that she would pledge to follow Lord Clown to the death in the future, to repay his grace.

When the two returned to the examination venue, the tests for the others were almost finished. Miss Vice President took a deep breath and headed back toward the Conscience Devil's Mirror. Dorothy watched the mirror's surface with a serious expression, waiting for the outcome.

Finally, the mirror's surface rippled in waves, and an image emerged.

Just that...

Dorothy: "..."

In the mirror was a scene of a nun devoutly kneeling and praying beneath a statue, which was fairly normal, if not for the fact that the face of the statue was wearing a clown mask.

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