Otaku Witch Chapter 897: 563. Mother and Daughter3

Chapter 897: 563. Mother and Daughter_3

As if people drink water, they know its hot and cold by themselves.

Although in Priscilla’s view, this disciple has beco weaker because she has gained a soft spot and is no longer the once invulnerable Dragon Queen, the proud and warm smile on this favorite disciple’s face when ntioning her daughter makes the Angel Sage sowhat bittersweet.

Once, she had such a smile, but she lost it herself.

Perhaps, Euphilia is right; she should communicate more with her daughters.

The Angel Sage thought so.

So…..

“Rosalind, actually the one who despises the God King Sect the most isn’t the Dragon King who oppressed us, but the God King we worship.”

Priscilla was silent for a while and then spoke to her bowed daughter.

“That’s impossible, we have such faith in the God King, and we’re her descendants….”

Originally lying down and being idle, the Director of Studies imdiately raised her head upon hearing this, as a devout follower of the God King, not even Mother Superior could tarnish the God King’s glory.

However, when she raised her head and saw the expression on her mother’s weary face, she couldn’t continue her words.

Mother Superior is a Sage, far surpassing her in both status and ability; the Sage surely knows so things she doesn’t.

“But this shouldn’t be, our faith is so devout, divine blood runs through our veins….”

For a mont, her faith wavered, making it difficult to accept reality; she murmured like a madwoman in disbelief.

This was perilous, as it’s a sign of faith collapse, and for the Angel Witch mainly sustained by the Power of Faith, once collapsed it would unleash faith’s backlash, leading to death or crippling.

Fortunately, just when Rosalind was barely holding on, she was gently embraced.

It turned out to be Mother Superior.

For a mont, the Director of Studies was so shocked by this unexpected fact that she couldn’t care about faith anymore; after all, her mother could never be so gentle, only holding her once when she was just born.

“The Lord doesn’t care, Rosalind, the God King has never needed our faith, whether we believe in her or not doesn’t diminish the God King’s greatness.”

Her mother’s weary voice echoed in Rosalind’s ear.

“The truth is we are too weak, forced to cling to the God King’s glory to gain strength and status; we’ve always been parasites sucking blood from God King, do you think we are qualified to seek assistance from her?”

“It’s my fault; these truths should have been told to you long ago, but I feared you couldn’t accept it, so I hesitated, otherwise, your sister might not have gone mad.”

“She was too smart and too talented, so when she t the God King’s glory and understood the truth, she arrogantly developed undue fantasies like our ancestor who stole divine blood, thinking herself qualified to enter the god’s sight.”

“But ah, beside real deities, where is there room for mortals? Overindulging in god’s glory, only to end up in an unachievable hell, much like moths to a fla, ultimately setting oneself ablaze.”

Priscilla held her daughter while speaking.

In her eyes flashed the fervent faith, that once-seen glory of God King long engraved in her heart, making her pursue that unattainable light throughout her life.

However, her talent was limited, so she had at least the self-awareness to preserve herself; but Agnes, what a good daughter she was, identical to her mother, and the sad part was this child’s talent was too high, so high she lacked this self-preserving awareness.

Rosalind: “…”

The Director of Studies was stunned, at this mont her mind was overwheld with unknown truths from the past.

However, just as she intended to further inquire her mother, she suddenly sensed a change in her mother’s aura.

“Who?”

She heard her mother’s questioning voice.

And Rosalind followed her mother’s gaze towards the church’s corner, yet she saw nothing until the unexpected uninvited guest revealed themselves.

Suddenly, the Director of Studies’ pupils contracted, for these two figures were too familiar, familiar to the bone.

“Cough cough, sorry, Academy Head, Director of Studies, for disrupting your mother-daughter bonding; we ca at the wrong ti, we’ll leave imdiately.”

The masked Clown bowed obsequiously, then grabbed the Pure White Witch and prepared to sneak away.

…Clown bidding farewell….