Otaku Witch-Chapter 604 - 448. Cut in halfway _2

Fortunately, Koreya was not considered beautiful—in fact, she was unattractive, thin and pale, short and dark, and quite lacking in any distinct features, which actually made her relatively safe. It even made people question whether she was really born to her mother, who was a beauty.

Sadly, faced with such an cold and insensitive female demon, her unattractiveness was of no use.

Moreover, to save her father, did she really have a choice?

She had known for a long time that her father wasn't her biological father. After all, she had been referred to as a half-blood since she could remember, and her father had only joined the family a few years ago, having been picked up by her mother from the streets, nearly starving to death at that time.

But what did it matter if he wasn't her biological father?

The ten-year-old girl didn't understand the importance of blood relations. She only knew that her father was kind to her, she liked this father very much, and he was an important member of her family.

"May you always keep this heart that wants to protect your family, as well as the courage you showed today to open the gate,"

Miss Nun's words echoed in Koreya's ears once again as the young girl held tightly to the necklace around her neck, then prepared to walk into Hell.

It didn't matter what happened to her, as long as her family was fine. She wasn't afraid of pain.

"Hehe, you little lamb, you are consistently ugly, even uglier than I was as a child— at least I didn't have a face like a sheep,"

When Koreya entered, the wicked woman grabbed the girl's face, examined it closely, and then disdainfully spat out her words.

In response, the young girl felt a subconscious sense of inferiority. She was indeed somewhat ugly. Many people said she looked like a sheep, with her thin elongated face and somewhat slanted eyes that were squinty, very much resembling a sheep.

Even her mother had given her the nickname "little lamb" in her childhood, and the words of others were even more unpleasant to hear, some even saying she was the offspring of her mother and a sheep.

Seeing Koreya hang her head, a flush of pleasure crossed the wicked woman's eyes.

Hehe, a God's Daughter? What a joke, those fools in the sect only know how to spout nonsense. What power could such a harmless little lamb have?

Remembering the task given to her by the sect, a trace of disdain flashed in the wicked woman's eyes, thinking the cult truly lived up to its reputation of worshipping demons; it couldn't even put on a decent show. They were so scared of this little girl that they didn't dare to come themselves, instead, they had to find someone like her, an outsider, to provoke their Saintess into awakening.

Tch, awakening. She had been bullying this waste of a family for three years now and had not seen the little lamb show any signs of power.

Though ugly, today she would taste what this so-called "Daughter of the Evil God" was really like.

However, just as the wicked woman eagerly prepared to make her move, her little lamb spoke up.

"If I do everything you say, will you let my dad go?"

Koreya still hung her head, asking with a trembling voice.

"Yes, of course, I will,"

said the wicked woman with a laugh.

Of course, that was a lie. The man on the floor was not dead yet, but he was close. Saving him would cost a lot, and she wouldn't waste her energy on that.

After playing with the little lamb, her contract with the Black Sheep Cult would come to an end anyway. They could turn their backs on each other, so once she'd had her fun, she'd make a run for it — especially since she'd already gathered enough funds to make her way to the Inner City District.

"I see,"

said the young girl, after hearing the response of the female demon, her voice barely audible.

Then, she lifted her head, and those squinty eyes opened wide to reveal blood-colored, sheep-like pupils.

"Then let's be on our way,"

Koreya pulled out a rusty scythe from within her clothes, which she had just taken from a corner of the room. The only thing that could be considered a weapon in their house was the scythe.

An eerie blue power blessed the blade of the scythe, which then swung from below to above, slicing the haughty wicked woman into two.

"Cackle cackle cackle... Congratulations, my daughter, Koreya Baphomet. How does it feel to grasp power?"

As she held the bloody scythe, Koreya still seemed stunned, but her shadow changed, transforming into a pitch-black goat which let out an evil laugh as it addressed her.

"Can you save my father then?"

The young girl snapped back to reality, looking down at her father on the floor, then she spoke to the voice that had just emerged in her mind.

"Silly child, he is merely a mortal. Your true father is I, the great Abyssal Demon Lord Baphomet,"

The shadowy black goat came to Koreya's side, glanced briefly at the man on the ground who was nearly dead but still managed a relieved smile, and then shook its head.

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"This world is too weak, my true form cannot descend. I can only manifest through your power, but you have just awakened and do not have the ability to save him."

Upon hearing this, Koreya fell silent, her expression sad as she looked at her father on the ground.

"Little lamb, don't cry. You weren't pretty to begin with; if you cry, it will only make you look worse... I am not your real dad, and there's no need for you to be sad for me. Although I don't know what has happened, you need to take care of your mother and brother..."

The man on the ground was unexpectedly resigned, painfully giving his last words.

And his words made Koreya cry even harder; she gripped the scythe in her hand, hating her own weakness.