Millennium Witch.

Chapter 141-140- What's the difference between that and taking her life?
Upon hearing Yvette's question, the demon boy Lant was naturally overjoyed. He immediately kowtowed to the ground again, choking back tears as he said, "Thank you, Witch..."

“Don’t get too excited yet. Before that, I’ll give you a trial period. If you can’t satisfy me, I won’t teach you anything,” Yvette said.

She realized she must have been indulging in favor of Rosalind, considering that the demon race might have been a group Rosalind had particularly favored, and seeing the child's deep respect and admiration for Rosalind, and his tragic fate, she couldn't help but nod. However, she felt that if Rosalind were still alive and here, she would probably lend a helping hand to the boy, even if only from the perspective of maintaining a balance of power among races and limiting the power of the abyss demons.

“As long as you grant me the ability to take revenge, I am willing to endure any hardship!” Lant said firmly.

Yvette nodded slightly, then, as if remembering something, asked, "Have you ever heard of a dragon named Dugrabi? The son of the Flame Dragon King of the Dragon Clan."

She was still a little dazed from the shock of her eldest apprentice's situation, and only now did she realize that she hadn't inquired about Dugrabi yet.

Lant shook his head blankly: "I...I've never heard of it..."

Yvette hummed in agreement, not finding it strange. The Dragon Kingdom was located in the southeastern sea of ​​the Eastern Continent, while the Demon Race lived in the southern part of the Western Continent; the two were indeed completely unrelated. Lant was just a village child, and if it weren't for the Demon Race's special faith and affection for the Supreme Demon King, it would be normal for him to know nothing.

Moreover, Dugrabi is only a little over two hundred years old, right? In the dragon race, where it takes seven hundred years to reach adulthood, it will probably be a long time before he truly shows his abilities.

……

Thanks to Rosalyn's efforts, meditation has unexpectedly become quite popular in the illiterate Demon Abyss Continent. Even a rural boy like Lant has mastered it, which saves Yvette a lot of trouble.

She planned to first teach him some basic "rune recognition" content, and then test whether the boy was as hardworking as he claimed by how efficient he was at memorizing runes. If he performed well, she would teach him the "Earth Magic Codex" and the "Heavenly Punishment Magic Codex"; otherwise, there would be no further instruction.

It was nearing noon when Abella, dressed in a burqa, lazily descended from the second floor, accompanied by footsteps.

After rescuing the little boy from that other world yesterday and settling him in an empty room on the first floor, she felt that she was closer to her master and should have a higher position. After reporting to her master, she moved her bedroom to an empty room on the second floor overnight. She was also very particular about the location, placing it right across from Rosalind's room, which was probably to put herself on the same level as her master's student.

After all, he is an old loyal minister who has waited for his master for hundreds of years. So what if he has a higher status?
Seeing that the boy had woken up and was kneeling humbly on the blanket next to the host's sofa, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself, thinking that someone of lower status than her was finally going to appear in this place? Would she then be able to have subordinates she could boss around?

She immediately walked over with a smile, greeted her master respectfully, and then asked curiously, "Little brother, who are you?"

“Hello, Auntie.” Lant raised his head cautiously and said politely, “Nice to meet you. My name is Lant Quinn, and I come from the Demon race.”

He spoke the language of Radiant Light, which, thanks to the promotion of the Supreme Demon King, had become the common language of both the Eastern and Western continents. Abella had learned about this language from Dugrabi, so it did not hinder communication between the two sides.

“Auntie?!” Abella immediately noticed the strange address, paused for a second, and her expression quickly darkened.

"You dare call me 'Auntie,' you brat? You must have a death wish..." she thought fiercely, but after glancing at her master, she suppressed her anger and said with a forced smile, "Hmm... no need to be so formal, you can call me Sister Abella."

“Hello, Sister Abella.” Lant obediently did as instructed.

Abella stopped looking at him and instead looked at her master, saying in the Black Tide language, "Master, what's wrong with this brat? Can I kill him?"

“No. He’s a demon from another world. His family was slaughtered by the demons of the abyss, and he ended up here,” Yvette said. “I just took him on as a disciple, so he’s practically my student now.”

“Student…” Abella’s eyes widened. Only Lant was still standing there, looking on in a daze. Otherwise, she would have been clinging to her master’s leg, sobbing and crying.

She had been waiting by her master's side for a hundred years and still hadn't become a student, but this brat became one after only one day! How could this be!
She immediately broke down in grief, wailing, "Master, you're so foolish! How could you make such a hasty decision about accepting students? You must have thought it through carefully..."

“So initially there is a probationary period, during which we observe both character and talent… and then decide whether or not to teach.” Yvette completely failed to grasp the hidden meaning in her words.

“But don’t you think there’s someone more loyal, more reliable, and more devoted to you who would be suitable to be your third disciple?” Abella gave a smile that was three parts flattery and seven parts shyness, blinking hard. “Hehe~” “Your loyalty, reliability, and devotion mean writing me into your erotic stories and making me suffer?” Yvette glanced at her. “If you burn all those things, I’ll agree.”

Abella's expression immediately wilted. Becoming her master's student and receiving formal inheritance and more preferential treatment was certainly precious, but to pay the price of 50 years of her life's work... No, impossible, absolutely impossible!
She is already an artist with a sacred and noble soul. How could she sacrifice her art to exchange for such vulgar things as knowledge and power?

What's the difference between that and taking her life?
Seeing that Abella was silent, Yvette was a little speechless. Did you really cherish those erotic novels that much?

She then glanced at Lant, who was completely bewildered by the encrypted communication, and said in Radiant Language, "This lady is also a master of magic. If you have any questions about runes, you can ask her."

Although Abella, like Dugrabi, only learns existing spells and not the basic theories related to rune sets, she is still quite good at rune recognition. After all, this is the foundation for mastering spells, and it is similar to the vocabulary required for learning English.

She was too lazy to explain such basic knowledge, so she let Abella handle it.

“Thank you, Sister Abella,” Lant said sincerely.

Abella's lips twitched. The thought of this brat arriving yesterday and becoming a disciple today made her furious; her jealousy was about to explode. But she dared not disobey her master, so she could only grit her teeth and say, "Fine... I understand..."

Just you wait, you brat, I'll show you the most terrifying knowledge hell in no time!

I'll get you drunk!

Feeling the chill emanating from the Spider Witch, Lant sensed something was wrong. He observed the young woman's expression and thought to himself, "Why does this older sister's gaze look so frightening... It's best not to bother her unless absolutely necessary."

It's really unpleasant to live under someone else's roof.

……

Late that night, inside the manor villa.

On the first floor, Lant was reciting the basic runes he had just learned. On the second floor, Abella was fast asleep in bed in a very unladylike manner. On the third floor, Yvette sat behind her desk in the study, looking at the half-finished sketch of a new vehicle design in front of her. After a moment of silence, she rolled it up and threw it into a drawer.

She suddenly felt that whether or not she left Ish Island, or whether or not she went on a trip to explore the mainland, no longer mattered.

Rosalyn has perished. Dugrabi is an immortal being and there is no need to worry. She seems to have lost the motivation to travel.

With the End Witch, the greatest potential threat in the Land of the End, gone, her already limited survival pressure has been reduced to almost nothing.

Of course, Lant was just a country boy, and the answer he knew might not be the truth. On the bright side, maybe only the Witch of the End died, and Rosalind might have survived... She comforted herself like this, and then suddenly thought of necromancy and the various concepts proposed by the Holy Spirit Cult.

Now she can finally understand how those foreign believers who knowingly support the Holy Spirit Sect with real money when they know it's a cult can feel.

Fortunately, she also obtained the necromancy technology of the Holy Spirit Cult. Although she didn't have the most core secrets, it was enough for her. All she needed to do was spend her time studying it.

As time goes by, whether it's necromancy or some other kind of magical concept, one day she will find the possibility of realizing the miracle of "resurrection." This is the hope she has found for herself.

　I'm having writer's block, everyone. I just started writing Chapter 2, I should be able to finish it before dawn.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)