Otaku Witch Chapter 855: 547. Iron-clad Hero2

Chapter 855: 547. Iron-clad Hero_2

When the club president’s eting ended that day, redith, who had been severely humiliated by the young lady as an example to others, was furious but did not seek further humiliation. She had more important things to do, like finding the God King and pledging her loyalty to Him.

As a zealot of the God King, being able to see her deity and serve Him was redith’s lifelong pursuit. However, she doubted the realization of this dream, as the God King had not appeared for a long ti. Even the Peaks and the Sages found it difficult to et the God King, let alone a witch student like her who had not yet graduated.

But this Witch’s Night gave her the opportunity. When she learned that the the of this year’s Witch’s Night was the rise of the God King, her joy was beyond words.

What could make a zealot happier than the chance to et the god she serves? It was the opportunity to witness the rise of her god firsthand.

redith had already thought up her script. She would find the God King while He was still weak and accompany Him as a loyal guard throughout the Witch’s Night.

However, the reality was far from her ideal. She did not even qualify to participate in the first act of Witch’s Night, let alone have the chance to et the God King in His humble beginnings.

What drove her even crazier was that it seed soone else had taken her script. Other witches achieved with ease what she could not even dream of.

“That damned young lady, how did she beco the God King’s sister? How dare she?”

Every ti she thought about it, redith was full of envy and jealousy. She had only dared to imagine herself as a guard to the God King, lest she profane the supre deity in her heart.

But still, how did the young lady dare? How was she worthy of claiming to be the God King’s sister? Didn’t she see she was unworthy?

What was her status? What was the God King’s? Such presumptuous acts should have brought her divine retribution.

What pained redith even more was that after much difficulty, she finally found the God King in a tiny, unremarkable chapel in Pandora City. Initially, the God King was polite and friendly to her.

But when she straightforwardly, adhering to the Holy Blood Nun’s code of no secrets, ignored the young lady’s final warning and revealed that the young lady claid to be the God King’s sister, everything changed.

“Dorothy has always been my sister. This is an eternal fact, whether in the past, present, or future. Do you have any objections? Or are you trying to teach how to act?”

The initially friendly God King, who seed like a pastoral village maiden, slightly furrowed His brow, and His deanor instantly transford from that of a villager to a majestic, dominant figure embodying the heavens.

Under such overwhelming pressure, redith could only open her mouth wide, unable to utter a word.

At that mont, she finally understood what a True God was. She had foolishly believed that her devotion would eventually move the God King, but now she knew.

The Lord did not care. Her faith and even her existence were inconsequential to the God King.

She was nothing.

Then, she was casually sent by the God King to the Republic’s border town of Dragon Mountain City, completely out of sight.

Well, the good news was her dream ca true. She did see the God King and got the chance to work for Him.

The bad news was that the deity was not as she had imagined. Even now, whenever she thought of the God King’s frown and the oppressive force, she would uncontrollably tremble.

But it was not out of fear, but excitent.

The feeling was incredible. This was right. If soone as great as the God King had to care about others’ faith, that would be wrong. A True God should be so willful and capricious; human traits should not be used to interpret divinity.

redith thought with a flush on her face.

Her faith in the God King had beco even more devout.

Guarding Dragon Mountain City was a task given to her by the God King. She was determined to complete it no matter what. She would not disappoint the God King a second ti, even if it ant bowing to that detestable young lady.

Damn it.

Thinking of the young lady, now the Pri Minister of the Republic, who could work with the God King every day, redith pouted her lips.

Hmph, it’s nothing but a dream. I’m not the least bit envious or jealous.

“Fine, fine, I’ll ask for aid. Don’t underestimate —I’ll ask myself; I don’t need you to do it for .”

Annoyed by her best friends opposing her recklessness, redith spat.

Hmph, don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. I’ve seen the young lady’s portraits and books in your rooms.

Damn, a bunch of friends who forget loyalty for beauty.

Annoyed by her childhood friends who were physically present but ntally loyal to the young lady, redith sighed as she looked at the city’s thousands of lights, finally taking out her Magic Network terminal.

She was still young. Even if she was born in the cold-blooded Angel Kingdom, her rebellious nature kept her blood warm. She didn’t want to see this city she had guarded turn to ruins.

As embarrassing as it was to admit, she did like the city and its people.

When redith finally made up her mind to dial a number, her terminal rang first.

Uh…

Startled, she fumbled and caught the terminal, looking at the caller ID.

“Ivette? Why’s this traitor calling ?”

The Miss Bad Angel was puzzled. She had never really interacted with the Vice-President, but after much hesitation, she answered the call.

The terminal projected a small image showing thirteen Judgnt Court witches gathered around a bonfire.

Uh, isn’t that the Thirteen Judges who are quite popular in the Magic Network live streams recently?

Recognizing the scene, redith was a bit shocked but soon realized sothing.

Wait, does that an Ivette is one of the Thirteen Judges?

Just as she thought of this, a force tried to alter her perception, to make her forget this fact, but redith furrowed her brow.

“Get lost, don’t think about altering my mind.”

Her devout Power of Faith ford a shield in her mind, resisting the tampering force.

This caught the attention of the clown-masked judge in the projection, who looked toward her in surprise.

Seeing the clown mask, redith felt a sudden panic.

Recognizing the difference in battle robe style, she realized this was a Grand Inquisitor, the sa one who had recently raided the God King Cathedral.

But as always, Miss Bad Angel was stubborn, refusing to back down.

“What are you looking at?”

She raised her head, asking defiantly.

“Looking at you…”

Dorothy replied instinctively but then coughed and corrected herself.

“Ahem… I an, we need one last target for our hunt, and the Mountain-Bearing Dragon Tortoise is a good choice. Do you need help?”

“Yes.”

redith’s response was succinct and forceful.

…Miss Bad Angel stands defiantly in the face of adversity…