Chapter 440

After deciding on the goal, the witches ended today's class and then scattered to their respective homes to get busy.

Alice didn't go back, but stayed in the church; after all, the two of them had once again become sisters by different fathers and mothers.

Dorothy walked out of the church and immediately saw Father Adam and that loli vampire queen Lilith returning together from the outside.

She first glanced at Lilith, who was truly no different from the stepmother in her memory. She found that this vampire young matron, who had a queenly aura and a true loli figure, was glowing with health and high spirits at this moment. She was holding Adam's arm very intimately, with the happiness of having her wish fulfilled in her eyes.

Looking at Adam again...

Emmm... Alright, the originally tall and handsome Father seemed to be a bit listless while walking at this moment. This should be the aftereffect of losing his power earlier.

Yeah, probably.

"Welcome back, Father, and Mother."

Because she had something to ask for later, the Home Witch's mouth was very sweet at this moment. She welcomed the two parents home very obediently at the door.

Well, at this moment, she called them Father and Mother without any psychological pressure. After all, when only Adam was there before, she had wondered if it was just a coincidence, but now Lilith's appearance had made the Home Witch basically certain that her background definitely had something strange about it.

This Father Adam and vampire queen Lilith were definitely involved with the mage Adam and the vampire witch Annie of later generations.

Especially since Dorothy had already checked with Alice for the sake of safety beforehand.

The first two parts of the little witch's true name were "Alice Lilith," not "Alice Annie," which was very strange and did not conform to the normal naming rules of witches.

And regarding this, the little witch's answer was: "Mother's name was originally Lilith. That's her big name, but she didn't seem to like that name, so she took the pseudonym Annie for herself."

So, you're telling me these are all coincidences?

No matter if others believe it or not, Dorothy certainly didn't. She smelled the scent of being arranged.

Although this kind of thing where even your birth could be arranged clearly was terrifying to think about, Dorothy actually didn't care much about it.

After all, thinking more was useless; she had no power to change anything.

The setting of reincarnation truly existed in the Witch World. The Netherworld system originally had such a function, but even the undead witches who managed the Netherworld system actually had no right to interfere with the operation of the system at will.

That was the highest authority possessed only by the Three Kings and the World Consciousness.

Yeah, there were only four suspects, so it was easy to find. One could see at a glance who the biggest suspect was; naturally, it was her good sister—the God King Di Nisha.

Sometimes Dorothy really doubted whether this life of hers was her first time transmigrating, or if this was actually her second playthrough.

Perhaps she really was the God King's childhood sweetheart in her first life, but she accidentally kicked the bucket, so after the God King took off, she used supreme power to arrange her reincarnation in later generations, letting her whole family be neat and tidy once again.

Yeah, this possibility was very high, but Dorothy had no evidence. After all, she didn't have the guts to find her good sister for a face-to-face confrontation.

In short, don't think about things you shouldn't. After all, even if your background was arranged by someone, so what? Anyway, this home was truly real and not fake.

The feelings of these four family members—Adam, Annie, Alice, and Long Ma Yu Fei Li Ya—for her were also real, not acting like in The Truman Show.

Regarding this point, Dorothy was still very certain.

Then what was there to struggle about?

You can't just not acknowledge this home because your parents weren't in a free-love marriage, but were forced into an arranged marriage by their elders with the goal of wanting them to give birth to you.

In short, let it be. Especially since she hadn't felt any malice towards her yet, what else could she do but let it be? Could she really defy the heavens?

The Home Witch's thoughts spun thousands of times in her brain in an instant, while outside, Adam and Lilith naturally didn't know what this little nun in front of them was thinking.

Father just looked at this daughter who was exceptionally obedient today and felt exceptionally uneasy. After all, Dorothy rarely called him Father on ordinary days. Now that it was so abnormal, it was eight-tenths likely that this bear child wanted to cause trouble again.

And Adam turned his head to look at Lilith, who was holding his arm, and saw the suddenly kind smile on the other party's face without any surprise.

"You are a really good child, completely different from that annoying mother of yours."

The vampire queen was very satisfied with this "Mother" from the Home Witch. This stepdaughter, whom she hadn't looked upon very favorably before, had now become much more pleasing to the eye.

"Speak, what crooked idea is this little fellow thinking of again? Let's hear it."

Of course, as the vice-mayor of the City of Sin, Lilith naturally couldn't be fooled by such a simple rainbow fart. She saw through this stepdaughter's thoughts at a glance.

It was just that her personality had always been straightforward, and she didn't like beating around the bush, so she laid it out directly.

If the matter wasn't difficult, she didn't mind helping out. After all, that "Mother" just now had truly called into her heart, making her feel great.

It was just a pity that such a good mood only lasted for a few seconds, because the stepdaughter in front of her turned her head and looked at Adam. Although she didn't speak, Lilith could still read the meaning of "Can this woman really be trusted?" from this little girl's eyes.

But before Lilith could get angry, the answer from the man she had been bitterly in love with for many years made her heart bloom with joy again.

"Dorothy, don't worry, Lilith can be trusted. You can really treat her as a mother."

Father Adam said so.

Upon hearing this, the vampire queen's original little dissatisfaction flew away instantly. The smile on her face, which was already bright, became even brighter.

It was just...

"How did I do?"

Lilith read the meaning of asking for credit again from the eyes of the stepdaughter in front of her who was smiling without saying a word.

Good fellow, this little girl was intentional just now. This heart is really full of tricks. But forget it, this assist was truly beautiful.

Even if the vampire queen still had a slight displeasure at being calculated by someone, she was naturally more delighted to receive affirmation from the person she loved. She accepted this flattery.

This little girl was born to be a sycophant.

This was Lilith's evaluation of her first impression of this stepdaughter.

And as for the Home Witch's side...

"Tsk tsk tsk, you two are really the same as old, not changed at all."

Dorothy thought so in her heart.

After all, when Adam and Annie were in their ambiguous period in reality, she was the one assisting from the side. In order to solve the old father's loneliness problem, she, the daughter, broke her heart that shouldn't have been at that age.

Assist King, she was very good at it.

And this stepmother was truly easy to manipulate. As long as she found a way to make Adam praise her a few times, she would immediately be so happy she couldn't find north.

Hehe, women in love.

She slightly despised the stepmother who dropped her IQ while in love, but the Home Witch's face had an even brighter smile. Although she wore a veil, those peach-blossom eyes that were like crescent moons were truly charming. In that instant, Lilith, the vampire queen, was even a bit mentally dazed.

Fortunately, she was quickly blocked behind Adam.

"Alright, Dorothy, if you have something to say, say it. What exactly do you want to do?"

Father completely ignored his daughter's charm. After all, the old father couldn't tell if his daughter was pretty or not. No matter how pretty, in his eyes, she was still that bear child. He said with a straight face.

"It's nothing. I just want to reuse the church at home with my friends. I'm thinking of founding a sect to play with, so I'm thinking of asking Father, as a professional member of the clergy, if you have any suggestions for me."

The Home Witch revealed her true intentions.

Adam had said himself before that he was a cardinal in the church back then. This was an incredible status, a big shot in the second tier of the church besides the Pope himself, so he must know church management very well.

They say an old person in the family is like a treasure. This treasure father really couldn't be wasted. He should be allowed to continue to shine and heat in the professional field he was good at.

"Nonsense..."

Upon hearing his daughter's words, Adam's brows immediately furrowed.

Is religion something you can just play with?

As a former high-level member of the church, Adam already understood the madness and ugliness of religion incomparably clearly. He knew that those believers who were held hostage by fanatical faith could no longer even be considered human; they could only be said to be walking corpses manipulated by faith, such as those crazy witch hunters.

No one understood the terror of faith better than him.

How could he possibly agree to let his daughter touch such a dangerous thing?

"I asked you to be a nun properly before, but you wouldn't. You always threw the work to Di Nisha. Weren't you thinking of being a witch? Now, don't study your magic properly, what are you messing around with religion for?"

"Dorothy, look at the end of your father now, and you should know that religion is a dead end. You'd better be a witch with peace of mind. Magic has more prospects than faith."

"Listen to your father's advice. The water of this religion is too deep; you can't grasp it."

Although he knew very well that this daughter had had her own ideas since she was young, and her words just now probably weren't discussing with him at all, but just telling him, Adam still began to try to persuade his daughter earnestly.

"Father, relying only on learning magic cannot save this world. You have also seen how crazy those witch hunters have been recently. The faith of the Radiant Church has gone out of control. We must establish a new sect to correct people's wrong faith."

"Father, haven't you always wanted to be a hero? A true hero wouldn't leave those poor people suffering without saving them."

The Home Witch just looked at Adam's eyes tightly. She knew too well how to persuade this old father with a "hero dream." After all, good people are always so easily manipulated.

"Di Nisha and I were saved this time, but Father, at this very moment, how many other innocent girls do you guess have been tied to the stake by witch hunters?"

"This world is already sick. It needs a hero to save it. Father, if you don't be a hero now, then when do you want to realize your dream?"

Dorothy silently delivered the fatal blow to this good-hearted old father.

Adam's sense of justice was too strong by nature. When he was hiding in a remote village before, he could still deceive himself, but now that he had walked out, he could no longer pretend to see nothing. If it weren't for her, this daughter, dragging him back, this Father would probably have really rushed to his dream long ago.

It was just...

"That still won't do."

Adam rejected the Home Witch's expectation with a tone that allowed no room for negotiation.

"Ah this, why? Adam, have you forgotten your hero dream?"

Dorothy was a bit dumbfounded. She was anxious.

"Of course I haven't forgotten, I wouldn't dare forget for a moment, but Dorothy, there are always some things that are higher than dreams."

Father looked at his daughter in front of him and said.

"Before being a dreamer, I am first your father, Dorothy. Most families of heroes won't be too lucky."

Dorothy: "..."

The Home Witch was slightly silent for a moment, then sighed in her heart.

She understood that her old father had finally been "worn down," and willingly so.

It was no wonder that someone like him, who didn't lack talent, had never been able to become a hero.

The land of gentleness is the hero's grave. In that land of gentleness, there are not only beauties but also family.

Although Dorothy completely agreed with Adam's philosophy—after all, as a Home Witch, she hadn't thought about being any hero, and she was willing to sink into the land of gentleness—the problem was that Father, you've said it to this point, how do you expect me to clear this Witch's Night?

Dorothy was very angry at this moment. Logically speaking, she shouldn't care about the thoughts of the past phantoms replicated by the Witch's Night. After all, they were just NPCs, but there were some people that even if you knew they were NPCs, you still couldn't be emotionless.

The Home Witch sighed and didn't persuade Adam anymore. She knew she had no possibility of persuading this stubborn old father. The father and daughter parted on bad terms.

And just when Dorothy was unhappy at the door, a figure came to her side.

"How is it? Couldn't persuade Father?"

Di Nisha asked.

"Yeah, he's old and stubborn."

Dorothy looked up at Di Nisha and answered somewhat depressedly.

"Father just loves you more, Dorothy. You have to know that heroes are truly mostly lonely."

Di Nisha looked up at the starry sky of the night at this moment, then raised her hand high, seeming to want to reach out and grasp those stars.

"The endings of heroes are rarely beautiful. They will eventually possess everything, but that everything often won't include the things they truly want, because the things they truly want are often the best sacrifices to obtain the power to become a hero."

"Dorothy, generally only those who have lost everything can become heroes, because only such people have no taboos and no fear. After all, they can't lose any more."

Miss Shepherd turned her head to look at the sister beside her. Her eyes, which were as pitch-black as the night sky, seemed to truly hide the entire starry sky.

"I think you should listen to Father. However, your doctrine that man can conquer heaven is interesting. I promised to help you before, so let me execute it. Anyway, I have no family anymore."

Di Nisha turned around and said with such a smile.

At this moment, the Home Witch's special inspiration could clearly feel the abnormality in the good sister beside her, as if some great existence that was vast and indescribable was waking up bit by bit.

She understood that the person standing beside her at this moment was absolutely not some mortal shepherd girl, but some supreme existence that was more noble and holy than this entire heaven and earth.

But...

"Get lost, what do you mean no family? Adam and I aren't dead yet, don't curse us."

Dorothy raised her leg and kicked Di Nisha's butt, then said with anger and trembling.

Di Nisha: "???"

At this moment, the will of the great existence that was about to wake up completely also seemed to have stalled a bit. Time and space seemed to have frozen for a moment, but in the end, everything returned to calm.

And Dorothy was also sweating coldly on her back. Only at this moment did she realize what she had just done, but she really wasn't intentional. It was just that her body moved first, and her brain didn't keep up.

This was really just her instinct as a family-protector.

Yeah yeah, that's really it. This is absolutely not some sophistry.

"In short, sleep, good night, Di Nisha. Let's work hard together tomorrow."

Dropping this sentence, the Home Witch slipped away.

Only Miss Shepherd was left standing there in a daze. For a long time, she sighed, then continued to look up at the stars.

"Mother, why do you have to do this? Do you really think that little fellow can solve my wear and tear? She is ultimately just a fake. Forget it, anyway, it's just a big dream. This can be considered a relatively interesting dream."

The cool night wind left such a sentence of unclear meaning, and Di Nisha shivered. Then Miss Shepherd looked around with some confusion.

She sneezed, then suddenly realized, wrapped her clothes tightly, and returned to the room to prepare for sleep.

In the pitch-black night sky, only the bright silver moon remained, gently sprinkling moonlight onto the earth, illuminating all things brightly.

From ancient times to the present, it has always been like this.

... Witch sleeping...