Otaku Witch

Chapter 2066 - 1046: Miracle Redemption (Part 2)

After all, even she is attempting to replace history like this for the first time. The consequences of such an act, involving Dorothy, a Natural Saint, cannot be simulated in advance by her Authority. In the end, she could only grit her teeth and force her way forward.

From the current perspective, the greatest impact, besides adding a segment of memories for the very ancient Sages like Joan and Koreya, is the appearance of a batch of ancient souls in the Underworld.

These souls had truly died in the first timeline, and should have disappeared entirely, but in the second timeline they were all saved by Dorothy, and thus they were retrieved again.

This is the true difference between the first timeline and the second.

These souls, which should have vanished, were actually separated from the River of Time, including many family members and friends of the most ancient witches.

Even Denisha could only marvel at the terror of the Saint Position; even though her sister has yet to fully grow, she can already easily accomplish miracles that even she, as the God King Sister, finds difficult to achieve.

After all, the Shepherdess, this Incarnation, is indeed among the souls of that miracle.

Not just her, but actually the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced are too.

In the Underworld of the first timeline, these three did not exist; the previous Lord of the Underworld was Joan, and these three were parachuted in.

Denisha is very clear on the nature of this Incarnation of the Shepherdess, it is the collection of her once-lost humanity.

She also understands the nature of Horse-Faced Artie, a sentiment of goodness and tenderness that the Devil King had long discarded.

Only Bull-Headed Aemola remains unclear to Denisha.

After all, Dragon King Nidhogg is the one who most understands Incarnations; that fellow originally has a terrifying number of Incarnations.

Moreover, regarding the additional human Incarnation, the Shepherdess, Denisha’s feelings are complex. Still immersed in guilt, she dares not fully integrate with this Incarnation, and thus simply grants it some autonomy, leaving it in the Underworld, only occasionally merging with it to feel a sense of restored humanity.

As for the Devil King, she was even bolder, directly merging with Horse-Faced Artie’s presence, and even stepping down to let Artie become the main consciousness.

It was Nidhogg who remained the most mysterious, always neither hurried nor slow-paced.

Previously, Denisha thought this fellow was truly resisting Aemola’s presence, since the Dragon King had long changed names, naturally unwilling to merge with the Bull-Head Incarnation.

But now, looking at it...

The sneaky dog might have already secretly merged it, completing the self-completion.

Today’s visit from Joan was essentially to discuss how these newly appeared souls should be handled.

Although Joan, as the creator and actual manager of the Underworld, understands the processing of souls best, she still came to discuss with Denisha, after all, those directly involved are often confused.

It’s somewhat embarrassing to say; although she first sensed that this batch of miraculous souls included her relatives, her first feeling was actually not joy but fear.

She was afraid this was merely an illusion like Mirror Flower, Water Moon, so even after months she could only hide aside and secretly watch, observing, and dared not approach for recognition.

Denisha could understand her old subordinate’s thoughts.

After all, at the beginning of Witch’s Night, she personally felt the same facing Dorothy, even thinking this sister was just an illusion Mother Superior used to comfort her, until later she confirmed this was her true sister.

Joan also needs a certain amount of adaptation time.

And since she didn’t dare approach her family, naturally she could only increase contacts with the savior who brought the miracle.

Actually, there are many like Joan, such as the Black Sheep Sage Koreya, who frequently rushed to the Underworld. However, Koreya was far more decisive and brave than Joan, having already reunited the family long ago.

However, if Koreya learned Dorothy was now in the Underworld, that fellow would probably come acting as a third wheel too.

In the end, the originally warm sisterly time was indeed disrupted by this third wheel.

Even as they were about to part, before Denisha could speak, Joan, who had already become a fervent devotee of her sister, took the lead to speak.

"Lady Dorothy, come visit the Underworld more often."

This originally relatively aloof White-haired Sage waved his hand and shouted.

Only after Dorothy’s silhouette disappeared beyond the Gates of the Underworld did Denisha finally lose patience and kicked Joan in the buttocks.

"If you can’t speak, shut your mouth. This is the Underworld; you let her come frequently?"

The God King angrily scolded.

Such words are like a curse, hoping for her sister to die several times, as she was already annoyed by her sister’s penchant for recklessly courting death, and Joan had certainly touched upon the worst possible topic.

Joan, having received a kick on the posterior, remained cheerful nevertheless.

After all, even though the period of interaction was short, she had already confirmed this Lady Dorothy was indeed the savior of her dreams, meaning her relatives were genuinely restored.

As for this, she only laughed and laughed until her face was covered in tears.

She even disregarded her image, prostrating on the ground, fervently kissing the ground that the savior had just walked over.

No one could appreciate this redemption more than someone who had lost everything. In the past, she had countless times wished for redemption, willing to give up anything without hesitation.

Now, redemption has arrived, and it’s time to fulfil her promise.

However, after cooling down from her fervor, Joan looked up at Denisha beside her and smiled to speak.

"Lady, indeed, it’s still now that you make one feel at ease."

Denisha glanced at her sideways.

"Was I making you feel uneasy before?"

She asked again, annoyed.

Joan hurriedly shook her head.

"Of course not, nothing makes one feel safer than being on the side of the great God King, ah, as long as one is not regarded as bricks in the wall by Her Excellency."

She stated honestly.

An Invincible in Battle, eternally correct leader is naturally full of peace of mind, but if this leader is cold as if a machine, with eyes only for right or wrong, with willingness to sacrifice you without hesitation for correctness, it could only inspire awe, not affection.

The God King would never kick her butt like just now; in the eyes of the one closest to the Deities, only cold, impartial rewards and punishments could be seen.

Denisha: "....."

The God King paused silently for a while, naturally understanding Joan’s meaning.

Yet, it is not time.

She and Joan’s people are different.

Joan’s people’s misfortune is the world’s fault; her misfortune is her own making.

Even though everything has been restored now, and no one blames her, she still cannot overcome this within herself.

This humanity was abandoned by her. After all, if not for the cold, unchanging indifference, she might have long been crushed by the guilt and remorse within her heart.

Having hated herself for so long, she was genuinely scared of humanity.

So, she just remained silent, then that divine power akin to heavenly majesty gradually distanced, rising to the Nine Heavens.

Joan helplessly watched all this, but dared not utter more.

Only Miss Shepherdess, who had regained control, not understanding the sky, raised a middle finger to the heavens.

"Denisha you’re cowardly...."

She cursed so angrily.

.....

On another side, Dorothy, after a simple wash-up, became energetic once more.

Though sleepless the entire night, the witch’s body was durable, and the Saint’s Soul feared not Cultivation. Now, as soon as she thought about the Warship Girls, she was invigorated enough to wish to rush into the Mechanical Wilderness to start the construction.

So...

Half an hour later, within the Shipbuilding Workshop, the homebody witch slammed a battleship design plan onto the meeting table, speaking to everyone.

"Shipbuilding, commence"

.... Workshop in progress.....