Chapter 1115: Chapter 652: Today Is the Day (Part 2)
“For everyone I’ve selected, I give them two choices: either I send them down the mountain where I’ll settle them in well, or they truly become a Demon Sword by my forging. Once they’ve been marked with my insignia, no one in the mountain would dare to bully them again.”
“I thought most would choose to go down the mountain, but in reality, they all prefer to be forged into Demon Sword Princesses rather than leave.”
Miss Oiran sighed.
She could actually understand the choices of these Hyakki. After all, those who flee to Monster Mountain are usually desperate people with nowhere else to go. They have no place to belong in the world below the mountain.
Even if it’s being a sword on the mountain, it’s better than being a person below.
“That’s really been tough on you.”
After listening to Ibuki Yuuki’s story, Dorothy nodded.
She really hadn’t misjudged her. Miss Oiran truly is a gentle person.
Strength is neither good nor evil; it mainly depends on how one uses it.
The ability to forge Demon Swords, which can enslave others, is indeed quite sinister, but in Miss Oiran’s hands, it’s become a means to help others.
However, Miss Oiran’s previous experiences are rather meaningful to the Homebody Witch.
She wants to establish an ideal Territory of All Nations where everyone can coexist harmoniously. She always believed that if she sincerely treated everyone well, they would all get along.
But Miss Oiran thought the same before, and it nearly led to chaos in Monster Mountain.
In the Witch’s Home, it’s just her and a few good sisters, so naturally, it’s harmonious. But if the numbers grow, problems will probably start.
What should be done then?
Dorothy felt a bit anxious.
She is just a shut-in and has some social anxiety. She really isn’t good at managing others.
“Leave it to me then.”
Just as the Homebody Witch was pondering, a voice whispered in her ear.
It was Sophia’s voice.
Dorothy turned her head and saw the shining golden eyes of the Pure White Witch.
“Uh….”
The Homebody Witch scratched her head. Clearly, after reaching the Bodhisattva State of Mind, it should be nearly impossible to have her thoughts read, so how did Sophia manage to see right through her?
To this, the Pure White Witch rolled her eyes.
As a perfect Student Council President, Sophia is naturally shrewd and very good at guessing others’ thoughts. With Lady’s oblivious and transparent nature, figuring out what she’s thinking doesn’t require the Mind Reading Technique.
Indeed, if Lady makes a move, Sophia can predict her desires…
Emmmm….
Sophia paused, then in her heart angrily pummeled the shameless Ruthfiel incarnation. What a mess this is!
And because of this sudden interruption, the way she looked at the Lady bore a slightly less amicable gaze.
Dorothy: “….”
The Homebody Witch scratched her head.
Did I do something wrong again? Why is Sophia looking at me with such disdain, as if I slapped her and made her switch positions, getting a bit annoyed—though I did nothing of the sort?
“Lady, as your future steward, I sincerely advise you to meddle less with your territory’s affairs in the future. You just focus on dreaming and painting broad strokes, and as for how to realize them, I’ll handle it. You don’t need to worry.”
The Pure White Witch steadied herself and said.
Dorothy: “…..”
She looked at her roommate somewhat defiantly.
What do you mean by that? Are you saying my involvement is unnecessary? What do you mean I should meddle less—isn’t that my territory? And since when did I say I’d appoint you as the head steward?
The Homebody Witch thought internally.
But seeing her demeanor, Sophia immediately furrowed her brows, her gaze sharp as a knife.
“Lady, apart from me, can you find any other candidates for a steward?”
The Pure White Witch’s eyes conveyed that message.
As for any deeper hostility….
Hmm, she wanted to see who would dare to contest her for the position of steward.
Dorothy: “…..”
The Homebody Witch felt frustrated and cold, yet helpless.
After all, she only had a rebellious spirit internally, but in terms of management skills, Sophia was indeed streets ahead of her.
During Witch’s Night, she was forced to become the Prime Minister and was almost overworked to death by various governmental affairs, while the Glorious Divine Kingdom managed to remain centralized and stable. The difference was stark.
So, if a steward is needed in the future, Dorothy genuinely had no other candidates besides Sophia to choose from.
Or rather, having the Pure White Witch willingly being her steward was already a blessing. If she were to recruit from the job market, not to mention finding someone of equal capability, even if she did, the salary…
Thinking of the income of those high-level management talents, the impoverished Homebody Witch shamefully shrank back and smiled ingratiatingly at her roommate.
Sophia is still the best; other people would deplete her meager savings within days.
Fine, I’ll step back from managing affairs and focus on dreaming big dreams. No one knows better than I how to imagine promising futures.
Hmm, it’s not out of fear; it’s just about letting professionals handle professional matters. Understanding the times makes one a wise person.
Seeing this embarrassing Lady finally showing some understanding, Sophia contentedly nodded.
The only problem with being the perfect Student Council President is the lack of true perfection. She’s suitable to be a behind-the-scenes executor rather than a leader in the spotlight because her brilliance is acted out, always fearing that one day, she won’t be able to keep up the charade and will be exposed.
But the Lady is a born leader; her radiance is akin to the sun in the sky, naturally drawing others to her just by standing there.
And light always shines brighter with shadows to contrast it, so Sophia willingly became that shadow.
Or rather, only by hiding in the Lady’s shadow does she feel secure.
“So, my dear steward, what should we do next?”
Dorothy rubbed her hands together, looking at her roommate as she asked.
Before setting off, she didn’t think much, just planning to stir up a big deal in Japan. In her opinion, they should now be recruiting Hyakki, forming a Hyakki troupe, and then advancing all the way to the Heaven’s Guard Pavilion to drag out the hidden Izanagi and chop off his head, bringing peace to Japan.
But now that Sophia suggested she should think less from now on, the Homebody Witch simply gave up on thinking and started to slack off.
“Obviously, continue recruiting Hyakki.”
Sophia replied thusly.
Dorothy: “…..”
Isn’t that exactly what I thought?
However, the Pure White Witch continued.
“Then we’ll go to the Amaterasu Shrine.”
“Uh, what are we going there for?”
The Homebody Witch frowned.
Ever since she learned about her possible inherent Natural Saint Physique, she’s been avoiding the nominal seat of Japan’s lord.
After all, she couldn’t be sure that if she really went there, she’d remain composed under the temptation of Immortal Techniques.
A gentleman doesn’t put himself in danger, she thought it best not to test her patience lightly.
But now, Sophia proposed that she take the initiative to go to the Amaterasu Shrine.
“Of course, we’re going there to make a claim, my Lady.”
The Pure White Witch said somewhat helplessly.
“If you charge into the Heaven’s Guard Pavilion and chop off someone’s head, sure, you may find satisfaction, but you won’t solve any real problems. Is that the outcome you desire, Lady?”
“When it comes to saving people, Lady, you should know better than I.”
Sophia looked firmly at the Big Sister ahead, asking thusly.
During that Witch’s Night, how did her overwhelmingly advantaged Glorious Divine Kingdom lose? It wasn’t to some descending hero but to the vast sea of the common people…
In her dreams, the Lady understood quite well; there’s no reason for her not to get it in reality.
“But…”
Dorothy opened her mouth to say something but fell silent.
She knew, of course, but such things shouldn’t be messed with lightly. In dreams, anything goes because you can wake up and walk away, but real-world actions come with responsibilities.
“Lady, this is an unclaimed land; it could be the first step in building your Territory of All Nations today.”
While the Homebody Witch hesitated, Sophia stepped forward and declared.
Dorothy: “….”
Oh, is this happening too quickly? I came here to travel and move bricks, not to embark on a path of becoming Lord—what an abrupt shift!
…The Homebody Witch was speechless…