Millennium Witch

But she had to act angry, which was part of the way to manage subordinates—just like a primary or middle school homeroom teacher who had to appear fierce to keep the students in line. If you were nice to them, they would take advantage of you.

"Um... Master... Master, I... I was just confused for a moment. I know I was wrong. I'll never write nonsense again, sob—"

Abella let out a whimper like a wounded puppy, her voice sounding like she was crying, but she couldn't squeeze out a single tear for a long time. She confessed, "Master, I was wrong. Please don't destroy them, please, for the sake of my hundred years of waiting for you. I'll do anything..."

Yvette was silent for a moment, and seeing that Abella was almost bursting with nervousness, she said expressionlessly, "Put those things away, and don't let me see you writing this again..." After thinking for a moment, she changed her words and sighed, "At least don't write me in it."

"Wow! Master, I love you!!" Abella breathed a sigh of relief and said excitedly, even feeling a little touched.

The master is so kind; he didn't destroy all her hard work and even allowed her to continue this career!

Only a master like this is worthy of her loyalty!

Ignoring Abella's gaze, which was so sincere it was almost tearful, Yvette quickly asked again, "You really waited for me for a hundred years?"

This was her biggest concern, mainly because she felt that this behavior didn't fit the image of Abella in her mind.

This guy has no loyalty to me whatsoever; he's more likely driven by lust. But that alone shouldn't be enough to keep this little spider woman here for a hundred years without leaving.

“Really…” Abella exclaimed, sounding aggrieved. But after hesitating for a moment, she looked into her master’s eyes and became honest, adding, “I wanted to go back to the island to visit you, but I got caught in a battle, and the car was damaged… I couldn’t help it…”

So that's how it is. They were forced to stay on the island. That makes sense... I was right about how I judge people...

Yvette was satisfied and told her to quickly tidy up the things in the house, while she turned and went outside.

The herb fields in the manor remain unchanged, and all kinds of environmental mode equipment are operating in an orderly manner. From time to time, skeletons pass by to check whether the temperature, humidity and other settings are correct.

She looked around and confirmed that the potion ingredients here were quite mature. However, she didn't harvest them all at once. Instead, she let these long-cycle plants continue to grow, then selected only a small portion, using her gray-white touch to devour and deconstruct them, and input them into her database.

In this way, if there is really no other way in the future, we can use mimicry to directly replicate existing ones.

The consumption is quite large, mostly in the thousands, and even in the tens of thousands. Her total aberration magic power is only over 20, and after consuming these herbs, it is only a few hundred thousand left. She will absolutely not use it unless absolutely necessary.

Afterwards, Yvette took a stroll around the manor and selected some mature herbs, which she then stored in the manor's icehouse.

Next, she went to check on the situation of the AI ​​skeletons in the central area.

With Abella in charge, the Tier 3 elite aberrations on Ish Island dared not approach Ish City. As a result, the thousands of skeletons in the central district never encountered any particularly threatening aberration attacks. Over the course of a hundred years, the losses were not significant, with only a few dozen skeletons disappearing.

The remaining skeletons, apart from being a bit osteoporotic from being exposed to the wind and rain and having malfunctioning rune weapons, were not in any major problems and still looked lively and energetic.

Incidentally, Yvette's magic rings have all malfunctioned, but since all the important data had been transferred to her brain beforehand, she was neither surprised nor worried about this outcome.

The downside is that her soul brain cannot provide enough mental energy to allow her to unleash high-level spells. Therefore, her future magic will have to follow the approach she wrote about in the magic book, which involves multiple nested layers and interconnected combinations.

She didn't care much about it. Small spells could still be very powerful, even if they followed the path of large flying bricks. At most, the mana cost would be terrible, to the point that even the mages of the Origin Civilization would faint at the sight of them.

But she now possesses over seven thousand units of magic power, an astonishingly high magical pressure, and ample combat experience. Even with a bunch of low-level spells, she is confident that she can once again contend with the deceased Soulfire Saint and emerge victorious.

……

After emerging from her white cocoon and resting for only two days, Yvette had the idea of ​​setting off for Emerald Isle.

She remembered that a hundred years ago, before she went to sleep, she asked Bingyu to wait for her over there. Now, she hadn't seen her for a hundred years, like she had been abandoned. She wondered if Bingyu, as a member of the mechanical race, could handle it.

What made her even more anxious was that Rosalyn had not returned to the island for a hundred years, which was a very strange thing.

She planned to travel as quickly as possible across Emerald Isle and Silver Mirror Isle to search for any clues about her eldest disciple.

Once she had made up her mind, she began to smelt materials to prepare for handcrafting her new travel vehicle.

But on the third night of these preparations, in the quiet manor, in the top-floor room, Yvette, who was drawing up design drafts, suddenly heard Abella downstairs scream: "Master... Master, look out the window!"

Yvette put down her pen, opened the window in confusion, and immediately saw a brilliant aurora borealis stretching across the distant horizon. The light was fading rapidly, as if it were about to disappear.

Chapter 139 Lant and the Silver Witch

Unlike the aurora I'd seen on Ish Island before, this time the aurora appeared at the far end of the coastline, as dim as an old tungsten filament lamp with a faulty connection, flickering on and off, as if it would vanish at any moment.

Although Yvette immediately sped off on the wind, taking several tens of minutes to reach the area, the aurora borealis dissipated halfway there, revealing the silver moon and an even more dazzling starry sky.

However, she didn't feel regretful. After all, she wasn't ready to step into the other world safely. She had come all the way here mainly to see if there were any transmigrators from the other world that she could help rescue, so that she wouldn't fall into the sea and be eaten by the mutants as soon as she landed.

The cool moonlight spilled onto the sea, and using the effects of water magic, Yvette landed on the sea without a single drop of water wetting her skirt.

As she walked, she looked around but found nothing; only the sea, reflecting the starlight, stretched out to the horizon.

She walked for a few more minutes, and suddenly, a floating dark shadow several hundred meters away caught her attention. When she got closer, the sight that came into view made her slightly startled.

This is a boy covered in scars.

Crimson blood stained his clothes, which were riddled with tears, revealing deep, bone-revealing wounds beneath. Even more astonishing was his unnatural pale purple skin and the dark, tattoo-like markings on his forehead, making him completely unlike any human being Yvette knew.

In that instant, the name of a race flashed through her mind.

—The Demon Race.

She remembered that among the otherworldly human races that Dugrabi had introduced her to, only the demons from the Demon Abyss Continent possessed such striking pale purple skin and dark magical markings. Although they were also a human race, they were also part of the demon race, worshipping the Demon King as their supreme ruler, and were hostile to the human alliance of the Eastern Continent.

Well, if this were a human from another world, and he saw a heavily injured demon boy floating on the sea, he would probably kill him immediately to prevent future trouble.

But Yvette was not a human from another world, so after a brief moment of surprise, she immediately used wind magic to lift the seriously injured and unconscious demon boy and decided to take him back to the manor for treatment. She also wanted to find out from him what the situation in the other world had become after a hundred years, and whether she could get any information about Rosalind and Dugrabi.

……

Under the dim night sky, flames licked at the rickety roof beams, the thick stench of blood mixed with the pungent smell of burning filled the nostrils, and in the ears were shrill screams and even more grating, sinister laughs of demons.

Father, mother, sister... one familiar figure after another fell in the splattering blood, and the executioner who carried out this massacre was a towering abyss demon with curved ram horns on its head and tattered fleshy wings on its back.

He cowered in the shadows of the corner, his teeth chattering with fear. Suddenly, a hideous face covered in pustules darted out from under the table where he was hiding, laughing maniacally, "Found you, you little bug!"

"what--!!!"

Lant sat bolt upright in bed with a start, his clothes soaked in cold sweat. But what immediately stunned him was that he wasn't facing his hometown, a town engulfed in flames and littered with corpses, as he remembered. Instead, he found a surprisingly clean, tidy, and warm log cabin-style room. The soft blankets had slipped down to his waist, revealing a comfortable bed beneath him, so soft that he wondered if he was dreaming.

He pinched his cheek hard, the pain dispelling his daze and bringing him back to his senses.

Then, he threw off the covers and jumped out of bed, finding himself draped in an unfamiliar white robe, while his original clothes remained underneath. He breathed a sigh of relief, but then noticed that the tattered clothes, along with his body, were much cleaner, as if someone had wiped away the bloodstains with a damp towel while he was unconscious.

What surprised him even more was that all his injuries had healed! Not a single scar remained on his skin, as if those wounds had never appeared at all!

What exactly is going on?

Was he saved by someone? But what kind of being could heal his wounds so quickly, without leaving a trace?

Lant was shocked. After thinking for a while, he did not open the door rashly, but cautiously walked to the window and looked outside.

Outside the window, heavy snowflakes were falling silently, turning the world into a vast expanse of pure white.

He felt a chill run down his spine, suddenly remembering that in his memory, the season on the mainland should be early autumn. Moreover, his hometown was located in the south-central part of the mainland, with a warm climate. Even in winter, it was rare to see snow, let alone such a heavy blizzard.

Where am I? In the northern part of the mainland?

Thinking of this, he began to recall the last few minutes before he lost consciousness. He then remembered that after escaping, he had wandered in the wilderness for a day, starving, when he saw the aurora in the sky and a chasm in front of him. With nowhere else to go, he crashed into it.

and so……

Did I succeed?

Have we arrived at that legendary, mythical land?

But if it really is that place, shouldn't the scene before us be even more barren and desolate than the Demon Abyss Continent? Why is it not only not like that, but even somewhat picturesque?

Suppressing his confusion and bewilderment, Lant walked to the door, tiptoed to the entrance, and pushed it open. He saw that the hallway led to a spacious living room, where the firewood in the fireplace crackled and the leaping flames dispelled the chill of the winter night, making the entire room warm and cozy.

The living room was empty. After hesitating for a moment, Lant finally mustered up his courage, walked to the front door of the house, and pushed it open. Soon, a blast of cold air rushed into the room, making him instinctively take two steps back and get goosebumps.

But before he could even be surprised by the bitter cold, a scene that sent chills down his spine suddenly appeared.

Several pale skeletons, with stiff steps, crossed the snow and entered the manor. After a brief inspection, they left, as if carrying out some kind of rigid command.

One of the skeletons, with eerie green soul flames flickering in its eye sockets, swept its empty gaze across the doorway where he stood, but showed no reaction, whether it was because it didn't see him or wasn't interested.

Lant gasped in fright and slammed the door shut. He didn't know why the undead creatures hadn't attacked him, but he was certain that at this moment, he had no choice but to stay in this beautiful house.

With a sigh, Lant decided to investigate the room further when suddenly, a soft footstep came from upstairs.

He instinctively turned around and saw a stunningly beautiful girl with long silver hair calmly walking down the stairs.

Judging from her appearance, the other person is probably around fifteen or sixteen years old, while Lant only looks like a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy because of his tall and upright figure. His real age is less than nine years old, so he should rightfully call her "sister".

But after a few seconds of stunned silence, Lant's expression suddenly changed, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud.

This sudden action caught Yvette off guard. She blinked, wondering if this was a way of thanking her for saving her life, but wasn't it a bit too much?

"Why are you kneeling down?" she decided to ask directly.

"You...you are the witch?" The boy looked up and asked a completely irrelevant question, his voice trembling.

“I am indeed a witch.” Yvette frowned slightly. “But if you’re referring to the ‘Witch of the End,’ then I am not.”

"No! Not the Witch of the End!" The boy's voice suddenly rose, becoming hoarse with excitement. "I wanted to ask, are you Lady 'Silver Witch'?"

"The Silver Witch?" Yvette was a little confused.

“Yes…” The demon boy’s eyes shone brightly as he explained incoherently, “The teacher of the previous Demon King, the reclusive deity of the Land of the End, the ‘Silver Witch’! She was a girl with silver hair and red eyes, and most importantly, I… I have seen your statue, and I am also your follower!”

Yvette was even more confused. What was going on? She had never been to another world before, so how come there were statues and believers?

Can we go any further?

Chapter 140 The Death of Rosalyn

After a while, as if noticing something, Yvette looked at the demon boy in front of her and asked in a low voice, "You...you should explain yourself first. Who are you, and who is this 'former Demon King' you're talking about?"

In an instant, an ominous premonition rose in her heart. She remembered that she had confirmed with Dugrabi a hundred years ago that Rosalyn was the ruler of both humans and demons on the East and West continents. She was the supreme commander of the Pan-Human Alliance and the second-generation Demon King of the Demon Race.

The boy before them, however, used the title "the former Demon King." If he wasn't referring to the first Demon King, then it meant...

“I…I am called ‘Lant Quinn’, a demon, from Birch Village. The previous Demon King was the second Supreme Demon King, Her Majesty ‘Rosalind Theon’. You…you should know her, right?” Lant looked at Yvette’s subtle expression and couldn’t help but feel uneasy, worried that he might have mistaken her for someone else.

“Yes, she was my first student.” Yvette took a deep breath, her voice trembling without her even realizing it, and pressed on, “Why do you call her ‘the predecessor’? What happened to her?”

Lant was stunned for a moment before realizing that the Silver Witch was unaware of that matter.

He hesitated for a long time before finally organizing his thoughts and saying with difficulty, "Just a hundred years ago... the great evil god 'The Witch of the End' broke through the seal, triggering the prophesied 'Day of the End' to descend upon the human world. The previous Demon King, together with the Demon God and the True God of the Eastern Continent, fought against the Witch of the End, and the War of Divine Judgment broke out."

His tone was filled with reverence and sorrow, and his voice grew increasingly low: "In the War of Divine Judgment, the gods joined forces, but they could not stop the Witch of the End from opening the Gate of Doomsday. At the critical moment, His Majesty suddenly broke through to godhood and turned the tide... In the end, she sacrificed herself to perish together with the Witch of the End, protecting all living beings in the human world."

Yvette froze, time seemed to stand still around her, the only sound the soft crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace. After a long while, she asked in a hoarse, dry voice, "You mean... Rosalyn... she's dead?"

"Her Majesty fell on the battlefield of the gods. Her sacrifice brought eternal peace to the human world." Lant comforted her softly. "Witch, although Her Majesty has passed away, she lives on forever in the memories of all races in the human world and is an inextinguishable light in the hearts of our race. Please accept my condolences."

The air fell silent once more. The shocking truth left Yvette momentarily speechless.

In the nearly seven hundred years since she transmigrated, she had always thought that her heart was as hard as iron, and that worldly joys and sorrows were far removed from her. But now she realized that she was not as cold and strong as she had imagined.

She walked unsteadily to the sofa, sat down slowly, closed her dark red eyes, and when she opened them again, her gaze was filled with deep weariness. She said softly, "Tell me... tell me the story of your second-generation demon king."

……

The snow outside the window continued to fall silently. The temperature difference between indoors and outdoors caused countless fine water droplets to condense on the windowpane, which, illuminated by the fireplace fire, resembled jewels embedded in the snowy landscape.

Through Lant's somewhat hesitant narration, Yvette pieced together Rosalind's life story from the perspective of the demon race.

She first rose to prominence in the Pan-Human Alliance of the Eastern Continent, leading a large army as a leader and defeating the Demon King's army.

Subsequently, in the final battle against the first Demon King, she killed the Demon God's agent with her mortal body and reached an agreement with the Demon God to become the second Demon King of the Demon Abyss Continent, also known as the "Supreme Demon King". Due to her status as the supreme commander of the Pan-Human Alliance, she was revered as the unique "Lord of Humans and Demons".

Under her rule, the Eastern and Western continents ushered in a golden age of development that lasted for a century. She actively promoted trade across the continent, advocated for the equal coexistence of all races, and used natural magic to solve the most pressing problem of food and clothing on the Demon Abyss Continent. She also established the renowned Academy of Truth to spread knowledge and opened its doors to all races, providing an opportunity for equal exchange among all races.

These policies enabled the demon race, which was originally considered an anomaly and lived a difficult life on the Demon Abyss Continent, to gradually rise to become one of the most powerful races among demons, and to rival the royal family of the "Abyss Demons" from the era of the first Demon King.

Later, the Witch of the End broke free of her seal and descended to the mortal realm. The gods of the Eastern and Western continents put aside their past grievances and engaged in a final battle with this great evil god. In this battle, the Supreme Demon King Rosalin, who was originally thought to be only a demigod and a supporting character in the divine war, broke through the mortal boundaries in adversity and ascended to godhood on the spot. She became the only being in the creation myth to achieve the position of a true god with a mortal body. She also perished together with the Witch of the End, preventing the end of the world from coming.

Subsequently, due to her divine status and her acts of saving the world, combined with her life experiences, she was revered as the "Goddess of Truth and Magic" by both the Eastern and Western continents. Even the major churches of the Eastern continent issued announcements one after another, incorporating her into their respective historical and mythological systems.

After several tens of minutes of narration, Yvette's emotions calmed down, leaving her with mixed feelings.

If this information is true, she can feel some relief despite her sadness. At least Rosalyn's life has been extraordinary and has come to a satisfactory end, which is something even she, as her teacher, can be proud of.

Then she recalled the scene 120 years ago when she saw Dugrabi off in the Water Tower Kingdom. At that time, when the aurora and the abyss appeared and disappeared, she vaguely guessed that the End Witch's plan had been ruined and Rosalyn might have been one of the participants. However, she did not expect that it would end in such a tragic yet perfect ending.

She let out a long, silent breath and asked softly, "And then what? After she fell, how did your world change?"

"I... I don't know much about the situation in the Eastern Continent. But in the Western Continent, not many years after the fall of the previous Demon King, the Abyss Demons launched a war against our race..."

At this point, Lant's eyes suddenly reddened, and his voice choked with emotion: "In recent years, the demons of the abyss have been pressing forward, plundering large swathes of our demon race's land. They have also carried out indiscriminate massacres of surrendered villages. My father, mother, and sister... all of them died at their hands!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lant suddenly slid off the chair and knelt down again in front of Yvette with a thud, his forehead hitting the thick carpet hard.

"Witch!" he cried, his voice filled with grief and rage, his body trembling. "I beg you! I plead with you! Please help me, grant me the power to avenge my family! I'll do anything for revenge!"

Yvette looked at him silently, and after a while, she suddenly said, "Look up."