[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-armed-witch":3,"chapter-armed-witch-armed-witch-chapter-964":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Armed Witch",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2354504,4604,"Chapter 964: I Am Truly the Forest Witch","armed-witch-chapter-964",964,"\u003Cp>The Moon Rabbit Knight is still reliable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, at least she’s far more reliable than her often overconfident best friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancelot was pulled by Guinevere to stand before Dorothy and her group, but upon hearing the Queen’s request that she recommend the Home Witch as a judge, she slightly furrowed her brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she was more than willing to help—she wouldn’t object even if Dorothy replaced her as head judge of the competition panel—being a responsible adult witch, she understood the principle: no one offers kindness without ulterior motives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy is naturally suspicious, and having always been reclusive, she dislikes owing favors to strangers; if she came forward too eagerly, this girl would surely overthink it, just as they now suspect Guinevere has hidden intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, one must use the tactic of feigning disinterest to lure closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once, the Moon Rabbit Knight sharply sized up Dorothy, as if evaluating whether she truly possessed the qualifications to serve as a competition judge; the more she looked, the tighter her frown became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Um, Guinevere, you—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She feigned difficulty, clearly because Dorothy’s strength hadn’t met her standards, yet she couldn’t bring herself to outright refuse Guinevere’s request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, Lancelot had already summoned her lifetime’s acting skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch, as a knight I only need to charge and fight, but now that I’m in logistics, why are there so many damn things to consider?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She silently grumbled to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a warrior by nature—straightforward and simple-minded, disliking convoluted thinking—but even the most straightforward knight, when faced with Guinevere as a best friend, gets polished smooth; after all, practice makes perfect, and anyone who frequently cleans up others’ messes knows how complicated post-event management can be, requiring careful consideration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wish I had Arthur’s acting skills.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancelot thought of her old rival, but quickly shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget it—that girl’s acting isn’t even acting anymore; she’s the type who, to deliver a flawless performance without a single slip, can seal away her own memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That seemingly perfect Round Table Knight captain, who resembles a second Nidhogg, has a fatal flaw: obsession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In simple terms, Arthur is a perfectionist, a severe case of OCD, a stubborn mule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though this flaw is often not really a flaw but a strength—extreme obsession can sometimes be seen as extreme devotion; once she sets a goal, she pursues it with self-discipline beyond ordinary comprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet sometimes, too much devotion becomes a fatal flaw: such people never listen to advice, are intensely self-centered, stubbornly convinced their path is the only correct one, and forge ahead alone, making decisions others cannot understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She truly doesn’t understand empathy or putting herself in others’ shoes; she always imposes her own standards on others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone who doesn’t understand human nature isn’t suited for high office—otherwise, the organization will eventually collapse under her; luckily, Nidhogg and Morgan are above her, and only these two can make Arthur listen even slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from Ymir’s true incarnation, Arthur was the second among the Round Table Dragon Heads to interact with Dorothy, placing immense pressure on her; she felt she must do everything perfectly, yet feared her obsession might trigger irrational behavior during their encounter, so in front of the Dragon Heads’ admiring gazes, she gritted her teeth and had Morgan seal her memories, then performed in her true self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ruthless person—Lancelot, even as Arthur’s longtime rival, had to admit it: she simply couldn’t be that ruthless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this was a rare chance to interact with Dorothy; who wouldn’t want to impress their little sister? But if memories were sealed and she treated it as pure business, she might completely ignore her sister—after all, Dorothy is still a weakling, normally unworthy of their attention, and in more extreme cases, she might even find her sister too arrogant and provoke conflict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of that made it terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet it was highly likely to happen; all the Dragon Heads, one and all, were nuts by normal standards, hard to get along with—even they sometimes disliked each other, let alone outsiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But according to Arthur’s account after lifting the memory seal, this kind of neutral, unforced, natural contact had its own unique charm—a feeling like first love, where both had forgotten everything and started anew; surprisingly beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur, no doubt, was the epitome of the conservative faction’s core—so pure-hearted, so patient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the radical faction had taken over, she and Guinevere were already the conservatives among radicals; they just wanted to be kinder to their sister. But if someone like Gawain, that deranged fetishist, had come instead, they’d probably have to scour every basement in Camelot to find Dorothy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lancelot, you—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her best friend refuse to help her this time, and even appear reluctant when she asked, Guinevere grew angry herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Queen’s beautiful eyebrows lifted, her eyes blazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of attitude is this? I’m going to start throwing a fit now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Guinevere like this, Lancelot was overjoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She offered no explanation—after all, if she told this unreliable best friend about her feigned disinterest tactic, she doubted Guinevere could act it well; better to let her play herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once, her expression grew even more troubled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Vee, it’s not that I won’t help—it’s just that His Majesty is watching this competition; everything must be legal and proper, no favoritism allowed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked as desperate as a girlfriend trying to reason with her lover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response, Dorothy and Long Ma exchanged glances, their initial wariness gradually easing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, these two bickering lovers didn’t look like they harbored ill intent—who would stage a conspiracy and then start fighting among themselves halfway through?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy was the elder sister of the Liar Sage; she could instantly tell Guinevere was genuinely angry, and Lancelot was genuinely weary; their natural quarrel was unmistakably the product of long-term cohabitation—something no temporary accomplice could fake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So these two really are a couple? Oh my god, I’ve hit the jackpot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Home Witch was thoroughly satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she looked at Lancelot with a mix of admiration and pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Moon Rabbit Knight lady is truly fierce—no wonder she’s the First Knight; she dares to ride the Queen and put a crown on Long Wang’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh wait, no—judging by how pitifully silent she is before Guinevere, it’s hard to say who’s the knight and who’s the mount.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as she was enjoying the drama, Long Ma stepped into the fray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Lancelot, I guarantee with my honor that Dorothy is qualified to be a judge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Euphilya said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, originally she didn’t care much whether Dorothy became a judge, but now, a mother can’t stand hearing others say her child isn’t good enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she wasn’t very familiar with Lancelot, Long Ma had always respected this veteran Round Table Knight—after all, this veteran followed the same path as her: specializing in combat magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purely in terms of combat magic cultivation, the First Martial God was unquestionably Long Wang, and the Second Martial God was universally recognized as the Moon Rabbit Knight; she had always aimed for Lancelot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, challenging Long Wang? Even Long Ma didn’t dare dream of that—but she had plenty of courage to challenge Lancelot, the First Knight of the Round Table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why, upon first seeing Lancelot, Euphilya had trembled with excitement and instinctively called out her name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Battle intent—awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, for a young successor barely two hundred years old to challenge a veteran like Lancelot, who had been famous for tens of thousands of years, was far too premature; there was still a vast gulf between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Euphilya barely possessed power comparable to an ordinary Sage, while this Moon Rabbit Knight was among the absolute elite even among Sages; her most glorious feat was leading a team to defeat a Dragon God during the Great Expedition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was one of the Eight Supreme Dragon Gods of the Dragon Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though it was a team hunt rather than a one-on-one duel, the ancient knight’s strength remained undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Great Expedition had ended tens of thousands of years ago; no one knew how much stronger the First Knight had become since then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh~~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Long Ma’s words, Lancelot, who had been soothing her angry best friend, turned her head toward her, her tone rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Euphilya, you should know some things shouldn’t be said lightly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Moon Rabbit Knight’s gaze turned serious; her crimson eyes grew solemn and imposing, her entire aura shifting completely—no longer the submissive woman soothing Guinevere, but an entirely different person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Dorothy, standing behind Long Ma, sensed this authority; in her spiritual perception, the world seemed to darken instantly, everything turning blood-red, with only those two crimson rabbit eyes hanging in the sky like twin scarlet moons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then a mighty dragon’s roar rose, and a colossal black dragon-serpent surged upward, coiling before her and scattering all the crimson moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy naturally recognized it as her mother’s martial soul—the form of Ymir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Ma had struck back without yielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Lancelot, I know exactly what I’m saying; favoritism is equally abhorrent to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive, authoritative dragon-serpent roared, speaking with unshakable conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, she truly was confident—after all, her daughter really was this outstanding; there was literally no room for favoritism here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Euphilya was no favoritism-seeker; when Dorothy first sought to join the Inquisition, she’d only offered her a regular Inquisitor position—but who could deny that her daughter was extraordinary? She joined the Inquisition as a Martial God; thus, the position of Grand Inquisitor was entirely justified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though outsiders might see it as nepotism, the Dragon Queen stood upright and had nothing to hide; she always judged by talent—if anyone objected, let them first become a Martial God, and she’d gladly grant them the Grand Inquisitor position too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, who dares say the famed Forest Witch isn’t qualified to be a judge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were posted on the Magic Web, anyone who dared oppose would be instantly drowned in a flood of witch fans’ rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, in short, my daughter becoming a judge is an honor for this Dueling Tournament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Long Ma lifted her head proudly, radiating confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is the confidence a great daughter gives me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response, Lancelot studied Euphilya deeply, then her gaze softened; she seemed persuaded by this outstanding junior’s firmness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just then, Guinevere delivered a timely assist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lancelot, don’t look down on people—Dorothy is the Forest Witch! You boring fool, do you even know what the Forest Witch means?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Princess said, clearly furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was truly angry that Lancelot was being so disobedient today—aren’t you spending too much time with Arthur and turning into a stubborn rabbit? You didn’t seal your memories—so why play the villain? What if Dorothy grows to dislike you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was deeply dissatisfied with her best friend’s performance before Dorothy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancelot silently praised her best friend’s perfectly timed, unscripted assist—though she knew this reckless, overconfident friend probably hadn’t meant to help; but after all, a Fate Witch’s subconscious actions were often the optimal solution—why think? Just follow instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now wasn’t the time to praise Guinevere; Lancelot’s crimson eyes narrowed sharply, feigning shock at the four words “Forest Witch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she turned her head, shifting her gaze from Long Ma to Dorothy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet during this transition, her gaze froze for two seconds on the witch’s hat before finally settling on Dorothy’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re a peculiar little thing—lots of strange things about you. Are you truly the Forest Witch?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She asked, slightly surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy reached up to soothe her hat, which had once again been frightened by a top-tier powerhouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poor hat-sister—why does she always run into these ultimate combatants?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she wasn’t offended by the Moon Rabbit Knight’s doubt; instead, she felt reassured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, yes—this was the right reaction. This was how a true powerhouse should respond; those who believed everything I said always felt like they were faking it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was perfect—finally, a chance to prove myself. Yay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I am truly the Forest Witch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded shyly, saying so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Home Witch was eager to prove herself.\u003C\u002Fp>",2010,"2026-06-21T03:49:48.467Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","380d2cc9d1f72c5170675f6f33656b747abd1862d75f14c04365331aa70b7244","armed-witch-chapter-965","armed-witch-chapter-963",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Farmed-witch-cover.jpg"]