Witch Redemption

The gorgeous Gothic dress and exquisite black boots accentuated the woman's stunning figure, while the black book tucked at her waist and the cross-shaped sword in her hand added a touch of mystery.

Of course, what is most striking is the pair of peculiar eyes of these women. Whether they are gold, blue, or red, they all share one major characteristic: vertical pupils. This suggests that these women may not be ordinary people.

Ordinary people would never have eyes like that.

Of course, they are not ordinary people. How could ordinary people have such characteristics?

Looking at those strange ears that were either furry or fin-like, at those bizarre double horns or pure white wings that extended from the sides of their heads, and combined with that magic book and the Libra Cross Greatsword, it was clear that this group of people were witches!

However, no one expected that this new batch of witches would completely overturn their previous attire and reveal their original appearances.

As the group of serious-looking witches gradually emerged from the carriage and followed the ten people at the head, most of the onlookers finally couldn't help but whisper among themselves for a while.

"Hey, hey, hey, are these women witches?"

"I don't know. Aren't witches supposed to wear tight-fitting clothes and cover their heads and faces? These guys are way too exaggerated."

"What, you didn't receive the intelligence? The Witch Order has undergone reforms this year. This batch of witches was supposed to arrive several days ago, but the Imperial Elders' Council had a week-long debate on the witch reforms, which caused a huge uproar and delayed it until now."

"Um, how do we reform it?"

"It is said that they will no longer have to hide their true faces as before, and will become the main force in the fight against monsters, just like the military."

"real or fake?"

"I don't know. It's said that the witches over the years have been actively fighting against the Crimson Night Flood, which moved the gods in heaven, so the gods have shown leniency. In any case, we need to be more careful if we want to trick these witches in the future."

An older adventurer in the crowd finally couldn't help but speak up and offer a reminder.

"Were you all just staring at those witches? Didn't you even look at those old women and that young man?"

"Forehead……"

After all, those witches are really beautiful, many times more beautiful than the women in the brothel. What's wrong with a man focusing his attention on fair arms and long legs?

Seeing that the group seemed to be lusting after the women, the older adventurer reminded them, "Those old women are from the Witch Cult. They've led the witches all these years, so you can imagine how strong these nine people are who can roam freely in the monster-infested area. But you should pay more attention to this man."

For a moment, the people around him stared at him with a strange look in their eyes, and even seemed to want to draw a line between themselves and him.

The older adventurer could easily tell that people around him mistook him for gay. He sneered a few times, "Black trench coat, red trim, I don't believe you haven't had similar rumors before."

An exclamation finally came from the crowd, "You mean the legendary Inquisitor?"

Those heretics inquisitors are all titled "heroes," most of them possess divine artifacts, and their lowest military rank is Imperial Major General.

Every citizen of the empire fears this rumored identity, lest they inadvertently provoke this god of death.

The older adventurer shook his head, thinking to himself, "Something's not right, something's really not right. The Inquisitor himself led the witch to this border city. I've never even heard of it. I think it's best to stay away from these guys in the future."

………………

The grand procession of witches stopped outside the witches' residence. The young man named "Abbot" turned around and smiled, "Gentlemen, it's the same old story: only you witches can save our world."

His attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and his words were very approachable. "Although you are not very strong now, you have unimaginable room for improvement. As long as you keep working hard, one day you will become stronger than us, the soldiers of the empire. Until then, if you need any help from our Witch Order, we will do our best to help you. Please don't be shy to ask."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, several witches happily responded, "General Aibo, you're too kind."

“Hehe,” Abbot still smiled, “Then I’ll get straight to the point. This will be your accommodation from now on. If there are any missions or operations, these council aunties will arrange and dispatch them for you. Due to the poor economy in the border region, the accommodation is also relatively poor. I hope you will all understand.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the witches around him offered many polite words, and two of them looked somewhat dazed, their hearts apparently already captivated by this handsome and gentle blond youth.

"Furthermore, before I leave, I want to reiterate that you are all witches summoned by the Warden through a forbidden ritual by the God of Light. In a sense, you are all blessed by the gods. Even if you accidentally die at the hands of monsters in the future, you will be resurrected in the temple of the God of Light. At that time, you will face two choices: one is to return to your original world, and the other is to stay and continue to save our world."

Abbott's words carried a strange magic, making people sincerely believe in him: "Therefore, death is not terrible; what is terrible is lacking the courage to face it. I think you are all brave people, aren't you? May the glory of God protect you!"

After speaking, Abbot made a prayer gesture by crossing his chest, and the witches around him responded in kind.

"Thank you for Major General Aibo's advice, and may the God of Glory protect you!"

"Then, chairpersons, please make the arrangements."

Abbott took the initiative to bow and invited the nine "old maids" standing side by side to come forward and greet the many witches.

Soon, in less than a few minutes, the ninety-seven elegantly dressed witches present had been successively transported to the thirteen buildings of the witch's residence, and the assignments were now complete...

After watching the witches enter the building, Abbot turned and walked towards a secluded part of the ruins. In less than a few minutes, he arrived at the outside of a dilapidated gray wall.

Standing on the overgrown ground behind the high wall, one can see the border defense towers, and through the gaps in the leaves of the ancient, rugged trees a few meters away, one can look down at the bustling streets in the distance.

"You've arrived?"

A cold voice rang out, and then another man wearing the same style of trench coat appeared opposite Aibo. This man was none other than Aisen, who was supposed to be monitoring Li Lan and Lana.

"Big brother, you're still as indifferent as ever!"

Abbott couldn't hide his delighted smile and took a few steps closer, trying to strike up a conversation, but Eisen raised his hand to signal the guy not to try that.

"Speak quickly, I'm very busy."

“Sigh,” Abbott’s smile froze, and he shook his head. “The warden sent me to check on the two men.”

Eisen understood that his younger brother was referring to the two witches he was currently monitoring. "There's nothing unusual to be seen in the short term. We'll have to observe them for a while longer to see if they have any clues about the Flame Witch."

These past few days, the effort these two witches have put in has completely exceeded Eisen's expectations. Among them, the one codenamed 002 is the most talented one he has ever encountered since he took on witch-related missions. In just ten days, she has made a name for herself in the Mori Defense Forest, far surpassing the witches he has met in the past.

If nothing unexpected happens, this guy will probably advance to the Silver Magic Tome in a very short time, at which point we can consider retrieving it.

As for the other one, codenamed 001, its progress is incredibly slow. If it weren't for a stroke of luck in taking down a weakened giant monster, it would probably still be struggling. The gap between that guy and codenamed 002 is widening rapidly, and how wide it will get is still unknown.

"If the previous batch of witches who died entrusted the information about the Flame Witch to these two, the most likely one is codename 002. Once she advances to the Silver Magic Book, she can be taken back first."

Abbott nodded, raised his hand and reached into the inside pocket of his trench coat, quickly taking out a letter wrapped with a gold seal. "I understand. Besides confirming the situation of those two, my purpose in coming here is to inform you of this matter."

Eisen frowned. He recognized this type of letter. The golden seal was called "Oracle." Things sealed with "Oracle" had the effect of anti-prediction, which could prevent information from being intercepted by some terrible power.

Generally speaking, such letters represent top-secret information. After the recipient reads the contents, the letter, along with the "oracle," will automatically disappear without leaving any trace.

A minute later, the letter in Eisen's hand turned into blackish-gray dust and disappeared, and his face became solemn.

"So they're abandoning their surveillance of these two witches? It seems the warden has other plans. I had only heard rumors of witch reforms circulating in the capital, but I never imagined the initiator was the warden. It seems the silver grimoire is no longer enough for the Holy See; they need a stronger gold grimoire to further capture the power of the gods."

A bad feeling welled up inside Eisen. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, and finally stood there blankly.

………………

In the living room of a building at the end of the Witch's Abode, two witches with unnatural expressions gathered. Since being summoned to this world, they had been out of place with the people around them and were naturally ostracized, even in the current apartment allocation.

"I really dislike this kind of clothing."

The witch who spoke had silver, beast-like eyes and long, straight, black, silky hair. In addition, her inhuman nature was further enhanced by a pair of short, pure black wings on her back.

Witch codename 099, race of Raven Feather, profession of necromancer, Lorina Yuffie.

What troubled her was the numerous inconveniences caused by the wings on her back, not just the difficulty in wearing them, but also the feeling that they were a burden during battle. Now, almost ten days after she transmigrated, she still felt uncomfortable with them.

"There's nothing we can do; the Witch Cult hasn't given us any other clothes."

The one who responded to Lorina was another witch with a very petite figure.

Witch Code Name 098, race: water elemental elf, profession: gunner, Ann Grenas.

"Oh well, I'll just have to make do."

Lolina observed her surroundings and saw that all the furniture was covered in a thick layer of dust, and several unfinished books were carelessly tossed on the old wooden table in the middle of the living room.

Lolina picked up one of the books in frustration and flipped through it casually for a while. It turned out to be a geographical atlas introducing the border of Mori City, which included detailed descriptions of the distribution of plants and monsters.

She sighed, feeling as if she had just woken from a nightmare when she thought about what had happened these past few days.

I've always pretended to be a total couch potato, secretly playing the mobile game "Goddess Legend," but who knew I'd actually mess it up one day.

Because of a shipment from the "Goddess of Stars" event, she was transported to another world and trapped there.

Unlike other witches, she was a rather wary one and didn't believe in Major General Abbott's savior ideals at all. More than saving the world, she was more concerned with how to get home.

Death can bring you back? Sorry, Lolina isn't the type to joke around with her life.

At this moment, another witch, Anne, also came to the bookshelf in a depressed mood, casually took out one of the books and flipped through it for a while.

Before this, An was a straight man who never played any games and was considered an "elite". The reason he was transported to this world by chance was that he casually helped a friend get a free draw in a game. As a result, he ended up in this embarrassing situation of being ostracized because of the time travel.

He actually rejected the body in front of him, and after discovering that the real person behind the beautiful woman with long, straight black hair was a fat, otaku, he became even more resistant and subconsciously kept a certain distance from her.

"By the way, Lolina, I heard that two of the new batch of witches arrived before us. I wonder which side they're staying in."

Although Major General Abbot had given them a week of special training before they arrived at the border, and each witch's spellbook level had been raised to level three, making them much stronger, Anne still felt that after arriving here, she might be able to obtain some valuable information from the other two pioneers.

Just as Lolina was about to say something, a commotion arose outside the building.

Chapter 31 Were these people originally girls?

Li Lan and Lana embarked on their journey home side by side. Because they were short of money and had no medicine to recover, they did not dare to venture too far into the Mori Defense Forest. When it was almost time, they returned to the witch's residence.

Just as dusk fell and they approached the familiar building where the witch resided, Li Lan and Lana suddenly noticed something unusual in the area. Looking closely through the first-floor window, they saw that the building they were in was lit up with the dim yellow light characteristic of magic crystal lamps.

"Is someone inside...?"

"Could he be a new teammate?"

Li Lan felt a surge of excitement when she thought about the new group of friends summoned from the same world who could fight alongside her.

Both of them felt their hearts pounding. They cautiously approached the wooden door, hesitated for a moment, and then forcefully pulled it open.

………………

Building number one of the Witch's Abode is currently inhabited by one director and eight witches.

The council member's name is "Monica." Although her attire resembles that of a maid, her true strength is at the level of those heretics' inquisitors. If she were to be given a military rank, she would be a lieutenant general, capable of conjuring high-level magic with immense magical power at will.

As one of the liaisons for the Witch Cult, after entering the building, she directly chose the room by the door on the first floor. On the one hand, she could see all the witches coming and going, making it convenient to monitor them. On the other hand, she could also issue tasks to each witch in a timely manner.

The other eight witches are codenamed 013 to 020. These eight were all summoned in the same batch and have formed a small group, with codename 013 "Della Bertie" as the leader.

In the opinion of Councilor Monica, these eight people were the easiest to control among this batch of witches. From the first day they were summoned, they completely trusted all the words of the heretic inquisitor Abbot and obeyed his every word.

How could Monica not understand that behavior?

The young girl fell in love at first sight and developed unrealistic expectations. After seeing more of this, she couldn't help but think that the environment was indeed the most influential factor in a person's life, and the warden's reforms would only make these witches easier to control.

There was one thing she didn't understand: in the past, the strongest witches were forged through hardship and then recycled at the right time. Why was the method changed now? Using favors to make these witches serve the empire was something they had secretly tried many times before, but the results were not very good; they only obtained a large number of sealing artifacts from the witches.

"This reform may only be temporary. I've also heard that the witches of the Elf Kingdom's feat of defeating the Sixth Apostle, Kalamiti, has given the higher-ups a new idea... Hmph, power can only bring peace of mind when it is in one's own hands. The Elf Kingdom will one day play with fire and get burned. If they go too far and break the eternal oath between the gods and the apostles, the only outcome will be the destruction of their kingdom. Fortunately, our empire does not have such political fools."

Monica glanced at the elegantly dressed witches browsing books in the living room, her disdain barely concealed. She murmured, "According to the warden, there were two other witches sent here before this, and they were lucky enough to survive the Crimson Night Flood. This must be where they live, right? I wonder what information they obtained from the previous batch of witches. If we let them get too close to this batch, some unpredictable things might happen."

With this in mind, Director Monica gathered the eight people in the living room while the two witches who had not yet returned were away.

"I called you here to remind you of something."