Otaku Witch
Chapter 902 - 902: 566. Holy Sword Bearer and Holy Hammer Bearer

Although the Lord of Glory on the opposite side was smiling with a seemingly harmless demeanor, the four witches present suddenly became tense.

After all, reputation precedes people, shadows precede trees, and even for witches, facing such an ancient legend heard only in myths, it's difficult for someone like the Academy Head, a Sage, to remain calm.

Damn, has the Lord of Glory completely broken free?

The Academy Head and Director of Studies both felt their spirits sinking to the bottom.

Even now, with the Lord of Glory still separated from everyone by a layer of the Avalon Barrier, it actually holds no real significance. Those who understand the principle of Avalon know that this Forbidden Curse is powerful externally but virtually defenseless internally.

In other words, if the Lord of Glory wishes, she can emerge from the barrier at any time; this King of Angels, who was sealed for over a hundred thousand years, is indeed free once more.

The only one among those present who remained relatively calm was probably Sophia. Though it was the first time mother and daughter met in reality, they had actually been together for hundreds of years during the Witch's Night.

Of course, like when meeting offline for the first time after years of online dating, the Pure White Angel was still a bit nervous inside.

Even though their dream interactions were quite pleasant, her imposing Mother Superior seemed genuine in her desire to be a good mother, spoiling her to an almost indulgent degree, generously bestowing various divine arts, yet Sophia still felt a sense of unreality.

Her inclination towards the Witch World consistently made her wary of Mother Superior, therefore, mother and daughter struggled to truly engage hearts, maintaining a sorrowful barrier between them.

The Pure White Witch still felt more awe than familial affection towards Mother Superior.

As for Dorothy.....

Well, the homebody witch was panicking more than ever. Despite the Lord of Glory's cheerful facade, her very gaze was filled with murderous intent.

However, it wasn't the sort of "This child cannot remain, lest they become a future threat" kind of murderous intent. Rather, it was like the fierce gaze of an old father seeing his daughter being carried off by a stranger.

Indeed, the Lord of Glory was quite angry.

Finally having regained freedom and gaining a talented daughter as her heir, two joyous occasions coinciding, it should have been dreamily perfect. But then, suddenly, she didn't even get a chance to bond with her daughter more; her daughter was snatched away.

Such a thing was intolerable for her.

She still hadn't figured out, with the considerable advantage on the angel side during the Witch's Night and the Divine King on the witch side perennially idle, how did she and her daughter still lose their bet?

That treacherous little rascal on the other side, just how did they manage it? Compared to back then, the Divine King wasn't this ludicrous, since she mainly focused on dealing with Lucifer, which led to nurturing a threat with the Divine King.

Nevertheless, yet another defeat during the Witch's Night reinforced for the Lord of Glory that indeed, emotional relationships are more useful than unemotional rules.

Such interpersonal bonds may leave one more vulnerable, yet they also offer new strength.

Once, she had no choice. After all, angels have no family, but now, since fate granted her a daughter, she will strive to be a good mother.

The more she wanted to be a good mother, the more the King of Angels intensely resented the little witch who stole her daughter.

Hence, Gabriel's eyes brimmed with more "killing intent," and the homebody witch's legs trembled with fear, Dorothy pondering whether she should call for her mother to save her.

But even if Mother Dragon comes, she can't stop the Lord of Glory.

Fortunately, while Mother Dragon isn't here, the ancestor still is.

The Academy Head stepped forward and shielded everyone, as ten blood-red wings unfurled behind her.

The originally gentle and elegant Academy Head's aura changed drastically, transforming from a polite scholar into a decisive general.

This was the original form of the Sage Priscilla, for someone who taught a domineering Dragon King like Mother Dragon surely could not have been a genuinely gentle old lady.

Before becoming Academy Head, Priscilla had been infamous as a killing god on the frontline border, belonging to the martial-fighting faction among martial-fighters.

Only upon advancing to Sage did she retreat from the frontline and later took up the position of Academy Head at the Witch Academy. The years of bland life educating others transformed her into this kind-hearted old lady.

Yet certain things are not easily erased. Much like wine, they only grow more fragrant with time, and Priscilla's propensity for killing was one such thing.

The killing god Priscilla from back in the day was an exposed blade, sharp and proud, but overly rigid. Now, the Academy Head Priscilla had returned to simplicity.

Her blade honed sharper than ever before, but this dangerous blade lay hidden in its sheath, awaiting the opportunity to shine once more in brilliant glory.

While the Lord of Glory may not be the ideal opponent, as there's no wisdom in testing a sword against a mountain sharpener, Priscilla, as a warrior, wouldn't lose the courage to resist in the face of a strong enemy.