Although they were reluctant to admit it, when the Witches seriously examined what seed to be an ordinary Witch's Engineering Hamr, they were astonished to discover that it was, in fact, the legendary and exceedingly precious and rare treasure of faith—the Destined Canon.
Well, actually, the others were just bluffing and joining in the excitent; they didn't understand treasure appraisal at all. The most important thing was to rely on Senior Mia, an expert from the Golden Country whom you could always trust when it ca to artifact appraisal and valuation.
Even Senior Mia, the princess of the Golden Country, who had grown accustod to seeing all kinds of treasures, had her hands trembling when she held that hamr.
At first, she was skeptical and only casually picked up the engineering hamr, but when she carefully examined the various strange inscriptions on the hamr's body, beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, and her full chest heaved, her breathing becoming sowhat heavy.
Mother of god, Little Fairy really wasn't bragging; this thing seems to be the real deal.
After confirming the authenticity of the Destined Canon, even the Golden Princess, who wasn't interested in money and treated valuable items as she pleased, beca extrely cautious.
The thing is, her carefree attitude was backed by the confidence that she could afford to compensate for any damage, but this hamr...
She really couldn't afford to compensate for this one.
Including the hamr, there were only three Destined Canons in the whole Western Universe. These were genuine treasures beyond price, the very foundation upon which a Divine Realm of Faith could be built.
Despite Little Fairy always pinching pennies and appearing destitute, who would have thought she could pull out such a treasure?
In any case, even though they knew the hamr was sturdy and durable, to the point where even if they used all their strength they likely couldn't destroy it, when an item beca truly valuable, people couldn't help but beco extra careful with it.
Senior Mia didn't even dare to place the hamr back on the table that Dorothy had already smashed a hole into. She directly took off her coat, revealing her exceptionally eye-catching figure, and then used the coat as a cushion on the table before carefully placing the hamr down.
Looking at the hole in the table, the Golden Princess' eyelids twitched.
If Little Fairy wasn't her beloved, she would have been cursing by now. The Destined Canon was so precious; although she didn't understand why the Genesis was manifesting in an engineering hamr, that didn't an you could actually use it as a hamr! It's a cri to profane a sacred object like that, and one could face retribution for such an act.
Upon seeing Senior Mia's significant reaction, the other Witches imdiately realized the hamr was genuine, and they all widened their eyes and turned in unison to look at Dorothy who always cried poor.
Dorothy, you call this being poor?
Of course, this was just what their looks conveyed; only Alice, the naive little sister, was bright-eyed.
"Ah, sis, does this an we're rich now? If we sell this, can you afford a piece of Witch Territory and achieve your life's dream?"
The little witch knew that her sister had always dread of saving enough money to buy a piece of Witch Territory and then lead an easy life. Now, hearing that the hamr seed to be valuable, her first thought was to sell the hamr for money.
The Witches: "..."
Everyone turned to look at the naive little vampire Loli, and even Dorothy was rendered speechless by her own sister's train of thought.
Hmm, she truly is the sister I've raised since childhood, really gets , I've wanted to sell it for so long, it's just that I can't.
Alas, this thing is bound equipnt, non-tradeable, and cannot be discarded.
Even now, as everyone was in the dream realm of the Witch's Night, with their bodies reverted to Mortals and Magic mories sealed, it was still impossible to sever her connection with the Genesis.
Whenever she wished, no matter when or where, she could reach out her hand and have it right in her grip.
Of course, she knew the way to relinquish it; if she fundantally negated the contents recorded on this engineering hamr, the Genesis, she could sever ties with this Destined Canon.
In layman's terms, that ant renouncing her faith.
However, there was just one thing that the Hobody Witch truly couldn't do, as the crimson mark was not only an imprint of her existence in her past life, but it was also the cornerstone of her beliefs. To renounce this faith would be to destroy her own beliefs, madness aside, would she still be herself afterward?
In her past life, in a world without gods, "I" was a concept that represented not the physical body but the soul or the elusive notion of it.
Dorothy, who was just a happy hobody in her previous life, naturally would not ponder such ultimate philosophical questions of "who am I, who is ".
But in this life, having understood the superhuman strength of Magic, the Hobody Witch had co to a certainty that "I" is not represented by the body, nor the soul, both are rely shells, only the "heart" or rather "consciousness" "will" is the true self.
Belief in the heart is your Magic; a powerful witch, even with a destroyed body and disintegrated soul, could return from death through the power of her indestructible will.
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