Otaku Witch-Chapter 379: Hidden Danger

"Hmm???"

Euphilia, who until now had been closing her eyes, savoring her daughter’s care, couldn’t hold back any longer. She sat up straight, then nervously grasped her daughter’s hands and gave her a thorough check to confirm she was still in good health — lively and jumping around — before she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened? Where did you encounter it?"

She asked hastily,

After all, that was the Lord of Glory, wasn’t it? If her daughter, with her meager strength, ran into him, it would be akin to a delivery right to their doorstep.

Even though Euphilia’s current strength was on par with a Sage, the mere mention of that name still made her feel an invisible pressure.

The reputation of the greatest historical antagonist character in Witch history wasn’t just for show.

Thankfully, what she feared hadn’t happened; her daughter was unharmed. However, on a second thought, that was to be expected, since His Highness was there.

Euphilia glanced at the Clown mask on her daughter’s face, then spoke up in gratitude.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

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"Teacher, you needn’t thank me, I didn’t do anything. Your wonderful daughter is the truly impressive one," responded senior Fanny, who immediately waved off the teacher’s thanks. She genuinely hadn’t been much help, only going through the motions and taking a backseat, while Dorothy valiantly pushed through.

Hearing this response, the Dragon Queen became somewhat suspicious as she looked at her daughter, unable to comprehend how her weakling of a daughter had managed to escape unscathed after facing someone like the Lord of Glory.

"Dorothy, you must tell me what happened in detail."

In her urgency, she cast aside formalities and used her daughter’s name directly as she asked.

Euphilia’s visit to the Witch Academy served a dual purpose: to spend time with her daughter and to fulfill a secret mission of monitoring the seal of the Lord of Glory.

After all, by the Witch Calendar, the term of the seal set by the Divine King was nearly due, and the ancient King of Angels was likely to break free soon.

Although the Witch Clan had a deep, blood-soaked enmity with the King of Angels, settling scores isn’t so straightforward when it comes to relations between Races, especially between two major Calamity Races.

If it could be resolved by killing, the Divine King would have done so long ago, without leaving it for today. It was because the Lord of Glory, once the being closest to the divine throne, possessed the attribute of immortality, making him impossible to kill, that sealing was chosen instead.

But a seal has its limits; it’s not possible to seal the Lord of Glory forever.

A brief seal may be unsatisfying, and an overly long one wouldn’t sit well with the Angel Clan, potentially reigniting a great war between the two recently pacified Races — a turn of events no one desired.

Thus, the Divine King established a seal that lasted for over a hundred thousand years, a period both Races could barely accept. And now, the time for the Lord of Glory’s release was nearly at hand.

Euphilia’s task was to ensure the ancient King of Angels would be released from his prison and sent back to heaven without stirring up any trouble along the way.

Normally, the seal should still take another decade or so to weaken completely, allowing the Lord of Glory freedom. But now, her daughter was suggesting that the ancient King of Angels might be released ahead of schedule next week. What exactly had happened?

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Could it be...

The Dragon Queen suddenly thought of her well-regarded apprentice, whom she treated like her own daughter.

But surely not, would the Lord of Glory, an ancient Angel, care so much about a daughter of his bloodline?

Euphilia remembered the decisive, indifferent, and ruthless ancient Angel King she had read about in historical texts, and she couldn’t quite believe that such an Angel would show affection for his daughter.

At this moment, the Dragon Queen completely forgot that her own terrifying image in the eyes of others was no less formidable than that of the Angel King.

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"Yes, that’s right, she came for Sophia."

Dorothy, seeing her mother’s expression, realized her speculation and nodded, then recounted in detail the events they had encountered during the previous assessment, from the Vice-President’s question to the peculiar occurrences in the Faith Space.

"So, that’s pretty much it, Mother Superior, aren’t you a direct subordinate of the Dragon King? Shouldn’t we call for the Ancestral Elder?"

After finishing, the Homebody Witch heartily suggested to her real mother to directly summon help.

After all, it made perfect sense to leave the affair of the King of Angels to the Witch King.

Yes, it would be best if all The Third King joined in for a just three-on-one battle.

Although Dorothy’s impression of the Lord of Glory was rather favorable, personal feelings were one thing and principle stands were another; concerning the great foe of the Witches, she resolutely stood on the Witches’ side—this was a matter of principle.

Of course, the main reason was still that the presence of the King of Angels would put her roommate’s position in a very awkward situation. Dorothy did not really want the Lord of Glory to meet Sophia, as that would only lead to the Pure White Witch being ostracized by the Witches.

In their days of living together, Dorothy watched day by day as Sophia left early and returned late, knowing the great efforts her roommate had made to achieve her present status and reputation.

Now the entire Witch Academy respected and admired this perfect Student Council President, but Dorothy was well aware that once Sophia’s identity, her lineage as a criminal, was exposed, what kind of downfall would await her.

The small act of kindness from an evildoer might win them people’s forgiveness, but similarly, a blemish on a person otherwise seen as perfect could lead to complete ruin, rendering all prior efforts wasted and turning them into mere bubbles.

Dorothy had seen plenty of such things on the internet in her previous life, and always presumed the worst of the crowd, knowing that people are naturally inclined to follow the herd. While you might be rational in solitude, once you join a collective, your intelligence is likely to be assimilated, easily swept up by the tide of public conscience.

Three men make a tiger—rumors are fearsome, and too many of these instances have occurred.

Dorothy did not want to see her roommate’s hard-earned achievements destroyed just because of her involuntary and unique birth; it was too illogical no matter how one looked at it.

However, what she thought was not important. What mattered was how Sophia would see it, since it was ultimately her own affair. Dorothy, as an outsider, only had the right to suggest, not to decide.

Dorothy was pondering whether she should inform the Pure White Witch about the Lord of Glory’s matter.

She could possibly explain it well, but poor explanations would be problematic. She couldn’t simply say, "Actually, I was a spy installed by the organization to monitor you, and I had no choice before, but now I want to stand with you."

emmmm....

...The Homebody Witch in contemplation....

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