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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 2227

Chapter 2227 Bragging

I originally thought that only people like me would do good deeds when they saw injustice, but I didn’t expect you, Karina, with mouths on your hands, to have betrayed the cult too?
“Karina, what are you doing? It’s not suitable for us to make trouble.” I said. Wasn’t she just isolating herself? How did she suddenly regain her spirit?
Although we weren’t afraid of these zealots, their fanaticism was also a big problem. The most crucial point was that we were all cultists, and there were many commoners watching. It was not advisable to make too much of a commotion.
“Since these people believe in Our King, they are my brothers and sisters. How can I stand by and watch them being bullied?” Karina said firmly, completely ignoring the unfriendly glances cast by those zealots.
Wow, I didn’t expect her to have this side. The avatar of the King of Destruction was already dead, and the Demon God’s Church had long since fallen apart. Yet, she treated these people who didn’t even know the basic doctrine and hadn’t received Baal’s favor as brothers and sisters. She was really quite devout.
“Are you part of this family too? Tie them up for judgment later!” Several zealots shouted fiercely, swinging their flails and maces towards Karina.
Their weapons were very ferocious. The maces were covered in hardened black blood and rust-colored iron. The flail had eight or nine iron chains, each ending in a morning star or a mace.
And despite their emaciated and sickly appearance, with the boost of divine power, their strength was incredibly great. A blow from them would be fatal or injurious.
“Scram!” Karina was furious. Whether it was the failure of the plan, the destruction of Baal’s avatar, or seeing her fellow believers being bullied, she was filled with rage. She directly waved her sleeve with one arm.
I wanted to remind her not to use any obvious evil magic that would expose our identities, but when I saw Karina’s move, I shut my mouth.
A shockwave erupted from her sleeve, blasting the zealots and their weapons away. Some of their weapons even hit themselves, causing screams of agony.
This was just a normal release of magic power, a move where Karina expelled the magic power she swallowed with the mouth on her palm. Because it wasn’t processed into a spell, it was just a crude release, and its power was not high. Those zealots were basically just pushed back, sustained some injuries, and no one died.
Karina did not use evil magic in her anger, nor did she even reveal the mutated mouth on her palm. She was still the calm and far-sighted maid she was before.
“Damn it! How dare you resist, you heretic!” The zealot raised the copper bell on his waist and rang it, and the zealots who had dispersed to search the town rushed back.
The leader of the zealots from before walked out of the house and asked impatiently, “What’s wrong? If anyone dares to resist, just cripple them. Didn’t I already say that?!”
I looked up and saw it was a burly man with little clothing, holding a hammer. Just looking at his ferocious eyes and his body covered in scars, I knew he was an extreme zealot.
This person was no ordinary person. The weapon in his hand was a warhammer, not the crude, unconventional weapons of the others, but a real warhammer forged from fine steel.
Divine power flowed around him, with a faint spark of electricity occasionally flashing. He was a zealot who had truly received divine favor, unlike the ordinary believers nearby who shared divine power.
Because the zealots dedicated everything to God and prayed almost every moment of the day, even without eating or sleeping, their divine power was generally greater than that of normal church believers. I could feel the surging divine power from this person.
“Karina, don’t rush. Leave this to me first,” I said. In fact, even if Karina hadn’t made a move, I would have, just in a different way to help these townspeople.
“Big brother, these people are obstructing us from capturing people, and they also used very strange magic. I suspect they are also the lackeys of the Demon God!” The zealot complained to the leader. Although he was talking nonsense without any basis, the “lackeys of the Demon God” was surprisingly not wrong.
The zealot looked at us ferociously and asked, “Who are you? Why are you obstructing us?”
“Don’t worry about who we are for now, but you are not allowed to arrest innocent people,” I said.
“Innocent people? Heh heh, I don’t know if they are innocent or not, but you, you are not human at all!” The zealot leader pointed at me and laughed.
My heart skipped a beat. The other townspeople and zealots were all looking at me. Most of the townspeople looked confused, but the zealots looked surprised or thoughtful.
“You are a Guardian Deity, aren’t you? Witch, where is your main body? Or is it one of you?” The zealot leader asked, looking at the Glutton believer behind me.
I didn’t expect him to see through it. The sanity of zealots was at a very low level. Coupled with the fact that Heaven-系的 mages were good at seeing through destiny, in other words, their Spirit Vision was extremely high, it was not strange for them to see through it.
It was said that among so many types of mages, Heaven-系的 mages were also the easiest to go mad, because they too easily saw some unspeakable things. Experienced formal Heaven-系的 mages would take precautions before prophecy. But clearly, these zealots did not belong to the formally educated type.
I was caught off guard by him suddenly seeing through my true form, but I quickly reacted and found an excellent scapegoat.
“I am a Witch from the Red Witch Society, hired to resolve the Demon God’s disaster. Our goals are the same as yours, and you are already late. The Demon God has already been dealt with by us,” I said shamelessly.
“What? From the Red Witch Society? Who hired you?” The zealot leader’s expression changed and he asked. They were fanatical but not stupid. They knew that loosely organized groups like zealots could at most bully local militias, but against formal church armed forces, it would be a one-sided slaughter.
Clearly, the Witch Society also had a fearsome reputation. They often took assassination orders with a very high success rate, making the Witch Society famous. If these zealots offended the Witch Society, they would definitely be blown up by their bizarre abilities.
“The employer must be kept confidential. This is the industry rule, but I can tell you that a certain Lord hired us to resolve the Demon God’s disaster.” I continued to brag. Of course, I had prepared beforehand. With a Lord involved, they would be even more hesitant to act.
Moreover, it was very common for Lords to hire adventurers or other organizations to solve problems in their territories. The Witch Society also openly accepted commissions, so there was nothing contradictory about it.
“I don’t believe what you said. The Demon God’s disaster is imminent. The revelation given by Our Lord has shown a scene of a sea of ​​corpses and seas of ​​blood, yet you say the disaster has been resolved?” The zealot leader looked at me suspiciously.
“That’s because your prophecy is outdated. Look again now, is there still a disaster?” I said confidently.


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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

今天的魔女小姐也在努力活着
Score 8.2
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Chinese
You hear the penny-dreadful tales, don’t you? Souls whisked off to other worlds, landing in lives of ease and splendor. Reborn as young lords in grand manors, with enchanted baubles at their fingertips or a spectral mentor whispering secrets. But my own ‘grand arrival’? No gentle angel to light the path. Instead, a repulsive, foul deity—some forgotten horror from a darker age—claimed me. I was tormented to the very edge of oblivion, then pitched into a twisted, gaslit world of shadows and fear. I awoke in the frail body of an orphan girl, shivering in some rat-infested rookery, choked by smog and despair. Weak, plagued by illness, with a hunger that gnawed relentlessly. My new story didn’t start from scratch; it began deep in the dregs, clawing my way up from less than nothing.” Now, all I fight for is to live, to see another grimy sunrise over these cobbled streets. Not just for my own skin, but for him—the one whose fate is tangled with mine, the one soul I cling to in this godforsaken, fog-drenched city.

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