Victorious kings and defeated bandits, the notion that the strong eat the weak, she quite agrees with it; after all, this is the guiding principle for the Ard Witches.
Euphilia is a person who values fairness, but her fairness is reserved only for friends, while enemies receive nothing but cold indifference.
And now, her daughter’s request sounds a bit foolish to Mother Dragon; this silly girl could ask for more, yet she doesn’t.
But thinking again, it’s quite normal. After all, if this girl wasn’t foolish, she wouldn’t have refused the offer to return ho and inherit the family business.
As for Audrey on the side...
The Little Fox was already dazzled.
"Senior sister is truly amazing, so impressive."
Miss Nine-Tailed Fox’s tails instinctively wanted to sway, but realizing this wasn’t the occasion to wag tails indiscriminately, Audrey quickly reached out to hold all the tails in her arms, suppressing the instinct to wag.
Lastly, there’s Sophia.
The Pure White Witch looked at the eldest lady, hesitated to speak.
She wanted to say, "Miss, you don’t have to do this. I’m already used to being called that. I’m not very angry about it. It’s not worthwhile for you to make enemies for ."
But seeing the eldest lady’s expression, she knew that whatever she said would be useless — this eldest lady was never one to obediently listen to orders.
Moreover, even she couldn’t deny that being protected felt genuinely good.
Even though Sophia’s face remained solemn, inside, she was sowhat happy.
"This really is so high demand, sister."
Yengade scratched his chin with the tip of his tail, finally comnting.
Forcing a group of self-important people to sincerely apologize to those they despised, it seed really tougher than killing them; thinking about it is rather botherso.
Upon hearing this, Dorothy also scratched her head.
She naturally knew it was difficult, and honestly, she herself wasn’t sure what to do.
"But it will be as you wish."
The little Dragon and Serpent turned again to look at the Angel Witch on the ground, speaking with indulgence.
"Heh, Yengade, you can defeat , but you cannot make my faith yield."
On the ground, Sister Elena let out a cold laugh.
This wasn’t just stubborn words; she genuinely believed so.
No matter how you looked at it, she was a Sage, and while the character of a Sage might have issues, anyone achieving the Sage Realm must have steadfastness and pride, unshakeable even by death.
As a Sage among the Angel Witches, Elena’s faith was unyielding; her faith in His Majesty the King of Gods was firm and unmovable.
The Angel Witch Clan has but one faith, which is His Majesty the King of Gods.
Anyone trying to shake this fundantal is an enemy, a heretic, even if that person were the true God King Holy Child.
Elena actually acknowledged Sophia’s Saint status, after all, she did indeed draw the Choosing King’s Holy Sword in plain sight, and according to the ancient prophecy from His Majesty the King of Gods, she would beco the new King of All Angels.
Yes, if this Saint truly wished to restore the prestige of the God King Religion, Elena was willing to be the first to kneel to her.
But, unfortunately, she had already verbally inquired the thoughts of this Saint just now, only to be rejected.
What could possibly justify not needing the old religion anymore? Utterly absurd.
This Saint must have forgotten what granted her everything; it was His Majesty the King of Gods who bestowed upon her the glory she has now, and yet this ungrateful traitor wants to deny the legitimacy of God King Religion.
Denying the God-King Religion is denying God King — this is profanity, disrespect beyond death, unforgivable.
Moreover, about their so-called teachings of God King’s Church, Elena had looked into it and found it ridiculous, utterly arrogant.
With His Majesty the King of Gods as a model, everyone could rival God King?
What arrogant profanity — even the most conceited demon god in the Abyss wouldn’t dare utter such foolishness, utterly laughable.
How could the greatness of His Majesty the King of Gods be imagined by insignificant ordinary people; re fireflies dare to rival the sun above, truly laughable, they should find a mirror, see if they are indeed worthy?
Thus, Elena didn’t think she was wrong; just now she had already given this misguided Saint the final chance, yet she remained stubborn.
So, in her view, this Saint truly has beco a heretic; what Aina said earlier was not wrong, she is just a half-blood, her filthy lineage from the Lord of Glory has tainted the heart that should follow the great God King.
Elena now even suspected if it was that evil Lord of Glory using special ans to corrupt the Choosing King’s Holy Sword, just to build this half-blood’s fa, and thereby undermine the faith of Angel Witch’s Clan in God King.
Such a vile sche — absolutely unforgivable.
And now these foolish Dragon Witch Barbarians even willingly be used by that Evil God, actually attempting to force their loyal selves to yield — impossible.
They would rather return prideful in death to the divine realm of His Majesty the King of Gods, never would they compromise their faith to apologize to this fallen Saint.
No way.
Heads may roll, blood may flow, but faith shall never waver.
Yes, today unless His Majesty the King of Gods personally descends an oracle, she would rather die unyielding.
Elena’s obsessive reaction also made Dorothy furrow her brows from the side.
Initially, she believed this Sage had personal desires, which is why she targeted their Housekeeper, but now, under the pressure of Yengade’s ancestor, the Nun Sage truly exhibited unyielding spirit, forcing the Hobody Witch to reconsider.
Perhaps Miss Elena is truly loyal, it’s just her faith is so obsessive.
It reminded Dorothy of the warning Sophia gave her when teaching about the Power of Faith days ago.
The Power of Faith truly is dangerous, a small misstep into extremism could warp even a Sage’s mind.
And now the Nun Sage before her eyes is a living example.
How should she persuade then, surely they couldn’t truly ask Sister to descend an oracle to prove Sophia’s legitimacy.
Dorothy felt a headache for a mont.
Though she could indeed summon the Good Sister, her recent near-experience of being locked in the basent made her sowhat timid.
Denisha was indeed angry then.
Moreover, it seems the God King Religion has quite a few zealots; surely they couldn’t ask Sister to manifest every encounter with one?
What laughter, a god needing to prove identity to believers? Total inversion.
Anyway, Denisha seed quite annoyed by these zealot followers, bothering her more could be truly courting disaster, progressing towards the basent could hardly be any faster.
Hmm, but Yengade said he had a way, wonder what the good thod is.
Dorothy looked down curiously at the ancestral necklace still coiled around her neck.
And Yengade quickly responded to her curiosity.
Suddenly, the little Dragon and Serpent extended its tail again, which quickly expanded into a ter-long teaching stick.
Then, the Dust World Dragon’s tail swung, the teaching stick landed on the head of each Angel Witch on the ground.
"Taste my Heart-Cleansing Whip, awaken to clarity."
Though the technique’s na was odd, Yengade’s normally lazy voice suddenly beca serious, she commanded.
Dorothy: "..."
The Hobody Witch was speechless.
No way, sister, that’s your solution?
You’re teaching kindergarteners, hit the head and imagine imdiate enlightennt, repent and reform?
But before she could ridicule, the eyes of the Angel Witch before her suddenly cleared.
Dorothy: "..."
Ah, what’s this Pava, sister, teach .
....The Hobody Witch is bewildered....
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