Otaku Witch-Chapter 336 - 302. The Set Future

Driven by the Divination, Dorothy felt as if she were inside a space-time tunnel, with countless images flashing through her mind. However, these images rapidly retreated, turning into indescribable streamers of light.

At last, this journey through time reached its endpoint, and an image suddenly expanded before her, unfolding thereafter.

It was a sacred hall adorned with carvings of numerous angels.

In the very center of the image stood a majestic Angel, holding aloft a Flame Holy Sword. Her hair was a mix of black and white. Six pure white wings and six pitch-black wings spread out behind her, interwoven in a way that made her seem part divine, part demonic, topped with a crown-like Halo floating above her head, white ring with black light, underscoring her absolute royal authority.

The Angel stood with her back to the hall, as if she had just pulled the Holy Sword out from the throne at the pinnacle of the hall.

Behind the Twelve-Winged Angel, many angels and Angel Witches knelt on the ground, offering their loyalty to the New King.

Yet, Dorothy recognized the identity of this powerful Angel with one glance, even though the face was unmistakably that of her roommate, Sophia.

Even among the scene, she saw herself, dressed in the Grand Inquisitor’s Robe, with a Clown mask over her face.

The Dorothy in the image appeared at the entrance of the hall, her whole body poised to throw something, and the object she had thrown was now plunged into Sophia’s chest.

It was the familiar Fangtian Huaji, which was Buster’s Magic Wand in its close combat form.

From the look of the image, it seemed the majestic Angel was about to be crowned, but she was suddenly stabbed from behind, pierced by the unexpected halberd, looking down at the Long Halberd that penetrated her chest with a mix of anger, unwillingness, despair, and a hint of desolation on her face.

And because the robe was torn, Dorothy could also vaguely see her target of this Divination, a black undergarment now dyed red with blood.

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Wait a minute, she had only performed a somewhat risqué Divination, wasn’t it enough just to tell her the result? Was there a need to go so big and present such an information overload through Future Sight?

The Homebody Witch’s face, which had initially been elated with the success of the Divination, now froze in shock from the vision of the future, her brain momentarily overwhelmed by the enormous amount of information.

Firstly, her Future Sight was absolute, this scene was an inevitability that would come to pass, unchangeable and inescapable.

Does that mean she would definitely one day strike down Sophia for some reason?

But that’s impossible, how could she ever lay a hand on family, that could never happen.

And what’s with this clichéd plot of love and betrayal? What era is this; such things aren’t popular anymore, not the future she wanted at all.

But the future was unchangeable, what to do? Was she really destined to one day proceed to "ascertain the Dao through the killing of one’s spouse"?

Damn, this is a big problem.

Even with four lines of thought at her disposal, they were useless now, merely adding fourfold to Dorothy’s confusion.

Fortunately, soon thereafter, a Technique kicked in within her mind, like a rainstorm, the power of Magic instantly extinguished the fire of confusion in the Homebody Witch’s heart. She snapped back to clarity, every emotion stripped away, leaving behind only supreme logic and aloofness, as if she were a deity looking down upon everything.

The witch’s Self-Reflection Magic.

This was a Spell Dorothy used for self-reflection and summarization, originating from traditional mechanized consciousness and infused with other mental Magic, leading to such an effect. It allowed consciousness to rise above influences like emotion and desire and considered matters from a divine perspective. Moreover, the spell’s effect included buffs like increased wisdom, accelerated thinking, and enhanced inspiration.

It was a quite useful spell for contemplation, at least it had good sales and high ratings in the Magic Web Library.

It was also one of Dorothy’s frequently used spells, implemented thrice a day for self-reflection, with a fail-safe set to activate automatically whenever her emotions and thoughts became too turbulent, which was undoubtedly why it activated now.

"Calm down, calm down, things aren’t as bad as they seem."

"Speculating without additional information will only lead to anxiety; analysis must be calm and reasoned."

"This scene is probably the inheritance of the God King Holy Child that Mother Superior mentioned before, and that Flame Holy Sword must be the King-Selection Sword that the God King left behind."

"So, is Sophia really the one from the Prophecy?"

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Under the effect of the spell, Dorothy’s mind worked rapidly, and her emotions soon stabilized.

Although the scene from Sophia’s prophecy of being impaled by a halberd looked a bit gruesome, witches aren’t the sort of beings whose life force is so fragile. This could only be considered a severe injury, not inevitably fatal.

However, the desolate look in Sophia’s eyes after being backstabbed by her did cause Dorothy some heartache. She also didn’t know what state of mind her future self would be in to so ruthlessly attack someone she considered family.

Anyway, if she couldn’t figure it out, she wouldn’t think about it—for now. When it happened, she’d know.

Instead of fretting over the causes of the troubles that were sure to come, it was better to consider how to deal with them properly.

Yes, it was about time she developed some healing magic, or maybe stockpile some precious spiritual medicines, or even more securely, prepare a set of resurrection rituals...

The homebody witch’s mind was bustling with activity.

Until a voice suddenly awakened her from her introspective state.

"Miss, have you obtained the results of your divination?"

Sophia, facing her, naturally did not know what Dorothy had just seen. The Pure White Witch was standing with her arms crossed, her expression haughtily awaiting an answer from her mistress.

She refused to believe that she could lose in the realm of fate-based spells, which she was most adept at.

"Red, you’re wearing red today,"

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Dorothy raised her head, smiling as if she hadn’t seen anything before, and said so.

She had no intention of telling Sophia about the things she had just witnessed because her numerous past experiments had already proven the authenticity of the strange gift of future sight. No matter how she tried to alter the future, it was in vain; the more she did, the more mistakes she made. Rather, it was safer to not overthink it all.

As for the color of the underwear, even though the divination showed an outer garment, the color of the lingerie should be correct.

The homebody witch recalled the lingerie stained red with blood from the scene she had seen, her expression darkening slightly.

As Dorothy spoke, the confident smile on the face of the Pure White Witch froze. She looked down at her chest and then back up at her mistress with suspicion.

She had reason to suspect the mistress might have been peeking at her changing clothes.

Usually, she dressed in white or black, but that morning, as she was picking out clothes, she had come across a red lingerie set she had bought when her teacher used to shop for her. On a whim, she had put it on.

Had the mistress really used some strange magic to spy on her?

These were Sophia’s thoughts, as she was still unwilling to accept the fact that she had been defeated in her specialty of fate-based magic.

However, she was not one to quibble. She knew very well that deceiving herself and pretending not to hear the truth was pointless. So, after a brief silence, she nodded her head, conceding defeat gracefully.

"Fine, Miss, you win. I’ll be more cautious from now on and won’t put blind faith in fate-based spells anymore."

"Then can’t you just peacefully enjoy everyday life?"

Having already decided to speak less, lest more words led to more errors, the homebody witch couldn’t help but speak; she really didn’t understand why Sophia would take the risk of certain death, just for a stake in something so hazardous.

Mother Superior had already cleansed her of the angel’s bloodline. Now, she was purely an Angel Witch. If she just grew up quietly, she could live a reasonably good life. Why take risks to become the God King Holy Child? Was it really that important?

To Dorothy, who simply yearned for a peaceful and stable life, this was truly incomprehensible.

To her, power and strength were far less important than a peaceful and stable everyday life.

Meanwhile, Sophia could also perceive the implied message from her mistress. She fell silent for a moment, but then she shook her head determinedly.

"Miss, you don’t understand. I can’t, nor am I willing to stop now," Experience tales at novelbuddy

The Pure White Witch looked at her mistress, her eyes showing undisguised envy and a trace of jealousy.

"That feeling of one’s destiny being in the hands of someone else rather than their own… no one who has experienced it could ever stop craving for strength. Miss, you have the capital to stop and enjoy the mundane, but I don’t. I’m sick of those days. I can only succeed, or else…"

"Die!"

...Silence fell between the two witches...