The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1529

There’s an Eastern saying, “Three feet above your head, there are gods,” meaning one should not do things with a guilty conscience, as gods are watching from above and retribution will follow.
However, if gods are truly watching, it might not be a good thing. Gods don’t care about human notions of good and evil, just as a person eating fish doesn’t consider if the fish was a good fish.
I recalled Old Golden Tooth’s words, that strong individuals are like delicious, fatty fish that gods will want to catch and eat. I also remembered the scene where the Tyran Swarm’s fleet was devoured by gods.
Humans have always lived under the shadow of gods. The strong hide within society, disguised as ordinary people, to avoid being caught and consumed.
Normally, the night offers relative safety under the cover of darkness, but the Lich had clearly made preparations from the start to alert the gods. Whether it was the forbidden spell that exploded into the sky or its decisive self-detonation, both were intended to draw divine attention.
And it wouldn’t truly die. Even if its body were devoured, its phylactery remained elsewhere. Though it suffered immense losses, it could regenerate by paying a certain price.
Then, at the last moment, I managed to escape. That god, whose identity I don’t know, didn’t consume us. Perhaps it was because we didn’t make a move after the Royal Knights appeared, and Giselle lessened our presence with shadow magic.
I had seen that god before. When my Spirit Vision was particularly high, I once saw the giant eye suspended in the sky.
After seeing it several times and getting used to it, thinking it was just observing, this sudden action made me feel its supreme terror once again. It was just that before, it either hadn’t seen prey, or I hadn’t noticed.
I’m still covered in cold sweat. Thank goodness the gods completely ignored me, a tiny insect, and let the other three girls go as well. Via, Sherris, and Giselle are still shaken, sprawled on the ground, some even doubting if they truly survived.
As a result, neither of the initial sides involved in the fight died. Instead, it was the Royal Knights who arrived later who met their end. He was truly out of luck. He thought he was just apprehending a few audacious thugs, but unexpectedly lost his own life, a strong individual dying so obscurely.
As for the other knights who went with him, it’s hard to say how many survived, but they probably weren’t all wiped out. We saw some teleport away as we escaped.
They saw us, but it’s not a major problem. In fact, before going to the Undead Bar, we had all deliberately altered our appearance. I even used Murder’s Divine Spell to hide my true face.
Similarly, Giselle won’t be recognized. The only ones at some risk are Via and Sherris. I don’t know if their races were exposed, but they generally don’t venture out much either. As long as they keep a low profile for a while, it should be fine.
And I will need to use the Phantom Mask to change my appearance for some time now. Tonight’s events won’t pass easily, after all, a Royal Knight serving a prince was killed.
The Undead Bar will likely be the first to face repercussions. Their bad luck, as there’s plenty of evidence of undead involvement at the scene. Plus, it’s not far from there, so even with excellent concealment, it will likely be discovered.
If the bar owner is smart, he should be packing his bags and fleeing right now, but whether he can escape this predicament is another matter.
Recalling my first time attending an underground trading fair, I was attacked right after leaving. The ensuing battle caused a large fire that led to the sealing of the underground trading fair. How similar is this to the current situation? Am I fated to bring ruin to these underground trading fairs?
Even now, with the divine might gone, many are afraid to get up. Many commoners are still staring in shock at the place where we were just moments ago. They might not have seen the giant eye that tore open the sky, but they must have felt that cold, terrifying divine presence.
“Parul, Via, Sherris, are you alright?” Older Brother Jayad’s voice came from behind. I turned to see the anxiety and worry on his face.
Seeing that the three of us were unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief but still asked with concern, “Giselle told me you ordered her to rescue you, and that… it even drew out a god. What happened?”
“Nothing much. Just encountered a mad Lich. It attacked us on our way out simply because it couldn’t outbid me for an item. Then it rained down forbidden spells, alarming the knights in the city.” I recounted the events of the past moments to Older Brother Jayad.
To be honest, I think even without the Royal Knights’ intervention, the Lich’s insane barrage of forbidden spells had a very high chance of attracting divine attention.
Most strong individuals try to restrain their power during combat, controlling the scale of the battle, being cautious precisely to avoid attracting divine notice.
The Lich acted this way for two reasons: first, it was hidden in the magic furnace from the start, and second, it wasn’t afraid of death. From the beginning, this madman intended to draw in the gods as one of the methods to eliminate us.
Of course, the Royal Knight’s grand entrance, throwing javelins like cannonballs from afar, and cleaving a skeleton in half, also contributed to piquing the gods’ interest.
He certainly didn’t expect this outcome. With the commotion he caused, and considering knights are primarily physical combatants rather than spellcasters, the probability of attracting divine attention was relatively low. However, the Lich’s self-detonation completely exposed him under the gods’ gaze, leaving him with no escape.
After the story concluded, Older Brother Jayad was also deeply shaken. He gently hugged me, carefully checking my body for any injuries.
In truth, I had sustained many injuries during the previous battle, including frostbite from the Lich’s forbidden spell and full-body contusions from taking the Royal Knight’s javelin head-on, my skirt stained with fresh blood.
However, it only looked alarming on the surface; they were all superficial wounds and had already stopped bleeding. Rather, since the Royal Knight’s appearance, I had been in a state of high alert, with no opportunity to tend to my wounds.
Older Brother Jayad healed my wounds with Holy Light and then turned to Via and Sherris, asking with concern, “Are you two alright? Do you need some medicine?”
“Thank you for your concern, Master. We are fine.” Sherris replied. She was the only one among us who took the Royal Knight’s javelin head-on without damage.
Via was turned into blood mist by the Royal Knight’s spear, but as a Vampire, she quickly recovered, only losing some Blood Energy.
She turned to Giselle and, unusually, said, “Thank you for your timely support. Otherwise, we surely wouldn’t have escaped death.”