Are you worthy of saving the world?

"What's wrong? Are you still thinking about eloping with this brat? " the head maid asked angrily.

Stella shook her head and said softly: “There is no need to continue the ceremony…”

"What did you say? Are you planning to let the Dragon God go berserk again? Haha! If you want to do that, then do it! Let the world be destroyed along with it!"

The head maid screamed hysterically.

Stella felt that she could understand her feelings.

Although I can understand her sense of responsibility, I cannot accept her behavior.

Stella, who was born an orphan, could not tolerate the behavior of using innocent children as firewood more than anyone else.

"I mean, even if I don't need the heart of an innocent kid, I can put this monster to sleep for a thousand years! I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Stella said loudly with a certain realization: "So from today on, the history of the "Red Festival" ends here."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The head maid frowned unhappily.

"Sorry……"

Stella lowered her head and murmured softly.

She said this not to the head maid or the people on the island, but to Yuli.

Then, Stella turned her head to the head maid, closed her eyes and said lightly.

"I don't need the witch power that the little ghosts offer me..."

When she opened her eyes again, the silver-haired girl's topaz pupils turned into a burning, enchanting red.

"Because I am a real witch myself."

160 "Ashe Witch"

About six years ago.

It was two years before the attack on the Aravante Monastery.

That evening, the elderly Sister Rosette returned to the monastery after buying daily necessities in the town and happened to see Stella squatting outside the iron gate.

The girl stared at the ground below her feet without saying a word.

"Stella, what are you doing?"

As the old nun asked, she leaned over and saw a row of ants marching neatly in a line on the ground, struggling to carry the corpse of a huge insect.

"Ahahaha... Such a boyish interest."

Sister Rosette said as she stroked the back of Stella's head.

Her wrinkled palms trembled slightly with instinctive fear.

Sister Rosette knew Stella's true identity ever since Stella excitedly pulled her aside and showed her the fire magic she had learned by herself two years ago.

At that time, she told Stella very seriously that she should not perform magic in front of others in the future.

Under Stella's pestering, Sister Rosette told her, "Your true identity is a witch, and you must never let anyone know this."

Thinking about it now, this was the decision Sister Rosette regretted the most.

From that day on, Stella changed.

The girl, who was originally cheerful, became silent and taciturn.

Even children understand what the word witch means, let alone orphans who grew up in a monastery - witches are horror legends that are brought up to scare children when they refuse to sleep well.

Sister Rosette regretted very much what she said that day, as it was she who created a barrier between young Stella and the people around her.

Although she knew very well that once Stella revealed her identity, she would probably lose her place in this monastery.

The old nun is still very afraid of witches, but she knows very well that Stella is a kind-hearted girl.

If the blood flowing in her body was not that of a witch, she would have become an excellent and pious nun.

When Sister Rosette was thinking about how to reopen Stella's heart, the girl stared at the ants on the ground and suddenly spoke.

"Should I keep hiding the fact that I'm different from everyone else?"

Among the line of ants in front of the girl, there was a red ant that was obviously different from the others.

It tried to join the big family of black ants, but was excluded and ruthlessly torn into pieces by other ants.

Even ants, which have no logical thinking and act only on instinct based on nerve reactions, know the principle of "not being of my kind".

"..."

The question raised by the young girl made Sister Rosette take a deep breath and try to choose her words.

"Yes, it is still difficult for today's society to accept...

Stella is a good and obedient child, and she has done nothing wrong, but even if it is to protect herself, she has to keep it secret. "

“I see…” Stella nodded obediently.

"Whether it's humans or witches, there will be a day when they can coexist peacefully, haha." The old nun said with a smile.

It seemed that her meaning had been conveyed to the girl, and Stella's defense relaxed a little.

"Must I continue to keep this secret forever until that day comes?"

"No...it doesn't have to be like that..."

Sister Rosette thought for a moment and said, "The world is very big, and there may be people in this world who can accept witches.

If you look carefully, you might find it... I heard there are witches who form families with humans."

He accidentally said something that a clergyman shouldn't say.

Sister Rosette apologized to the goddess in her heart while stroking the girl's head.

From that day on, Stella became a little more cheerful.

She no longer felt inferior because of her identity as a witch, and began to interact and play with the children in the monastery again and integrated into their group.

Several months passed like this.

"Sister Rosette... I want to know, when can I confess my origins to everyone?"

Stella is so kind.

She seemed to think that hiding her witch bloodline from her friends was a bad thing, so she asked her best friend indirectly about her opinion on witches.

The girl showed a very disgusted attitude, which hurt Stella very much and even made her feel devastated.

She believes that people treat her kindly because they don't know her true side.

This gave the girl a strong sense of guilt.

If this continues, new psychological problems may arise.

"Let's make a pact, Stella."

"What agreement?"

The old nun thought for a moment and said, “Stella, the power of a witch is not a terrible curse, but a gift.

You are born with talents that others do not possess...

So one day, there will appear in front of you something that only you can do, and someone that only you can save.

When that time comes, you will use your power without hesitation."

"But……"

Stella looked hesitant, she was very resistant to her magical abilities.

"It doesn't matter if others find out that you are a witch. There will definitely be people in this world who can accept you."

Sister Rosette herself didn't know whether what she did was right.

Will it really be as smooth as she said?

Everyone accepts Stella because she did something good? What if she is betrayed?

But in the end she decided to believe in the kindness of human beings, just as she did not expose Stella but chose to believe in her kindness.

……

……

……

For Stella, now is the time to face the sinful blood in her body.

Whether it's the singularity or the real world, it has nothing to do with those things.

Four years ago, due to her cowardice and timidity, Stella failed to fulfill her promise to Sister Rosette.

Escaped, ran away.

Stella no longer wants to experience such miserable memories a second time.

So it's now.

Stella had a premonition: if she didn't face herself now, she would live her whole life as a monster disguised as a human.

You will definitely regret it when you are dying.

"I don't need the witch power that the little ghosts offer me..."

Stella said solemnly: "Because I am the real witch myself."

"Wait, Miss Stella...what are you talking about..."

Jiaika opened her mouth wide. She noticed that when the silver-haired girl opened her eyes again, her deep topaz pupils had turned into a burning, enchanting red.

The head maid and the maids also showed shocked expressions.

"How is it possible...you are not the Dragon Priestess...who are you...!?"

"'Dragon Priestess'? How unsophisticated! I'm not some fake witch who has to eat children's hearts to maintain her witch power."

Stella smiled contemptuously, and a surge of magical energy swirled under her feet.

The density of magic power was extremely high, forming a red mist visible to the naked eye.

The silver-haired witch raised her lips and said, "If you must have a title, you can call me the Dragon Witch. Just record it in the temple's archives."