Millennium Witch

The mutants can cross to the other side through the "Abyss," but their history dates back thousands of years...

Is it possible that multiple planets were destroyed by the same apocalypse? Therefore, the aurora belt could connect to more than one post-apocalyptic world?

Or is it a different timeline? Can crossing the abyss allow one to travel through time?

Or is it simply the parallel universe theory?

So, is it possible for me to return to Earth through the "Abyss"...?

Because there were so many possibilities, she couldn't help but fall into deep thought and stopped talking.

Meanwhile, seeing that the "evil god" remained silent, the little blond boy hesitated for a moment before suddenly kneeling down again, bowing his head respectfully and saying, "Um... Lord Evil God, I have a request!"

“I am not the evil god you speak of, nor is this the end of the world as described in your mythology.”

"And why did you interrupt my spell again..." Yvette grabbed her arm, helped her up again, and shook her head, saying, "I'm just an ordinary... mage. My name is 'Yvette Loshivia,' or you can call me the witch."

—The witch who never ages or starves.

"Yes, Lady Witch," the little blond boy obediently replied.

By understanding her psychological state, Yvette could sense that the little golden retriever didn't truly believe her; he was more skeptical than trusting, which is why he didn't dare call her by her real name.

But that's enough, she thought, the little girl will be able to figure it out herself in the future.

What were you trying to ask for?

"I..." the little golden retriever took a deep breath, "Witch, can you grant me the power to fight against the demons?"

This tentative request carried a clever hook, and Yvette couldn't help but admire her cunning—the question appeared to be a demand, but in reality, it was a test of the "evil god's" attitude.

So she said directly, "I am not a god, I cannot grant you power, nor can I send you back."

"Okay..." Despite a disappointed expression, the little golden retriever was actually quite calm, clearly having expected this.

Then she heard Yvette say, "But you can live here until the aurora reappears, and I can escort you into the 'Abyss'."

"Really?" The little golden retriever looked surprised and delighted. This time, she really believed it. She believed that the beautiful silver-haired, red-eyed woman in front of her was not an evil god, but might even be an angel.

Where can you find an evil god with such a gentle and patient temper? He's not sinister at all, and he's so good-looking. He's completely different from those terrifying characters in church picture books!

But honestly, as long as you don't betray humanity or your homeland, even if you really do side with an evil god, it doesn't seem so unacceptable, right? It's better than death...

"Whether it's true or not, you'll find out in the future," Yvette said gently. "Now, you can tell me your name."

“My name is Rosalind, Witch.” This time, the little blonde’s smile finally had a touch of genuine sincerity as she earnestly gave her full name, “Rosalind Theon!”

……

After gaining initial communication and trust with Rosalyn, Yvette began learning the new language of the other world—"Radiant Language"—with the help of the "Word of the Heart."

According to Rosalyn, this is a common language promoted after the Eastern Continent's human race formed a "pan-human united front" against the Western Continent's demon race, and it can be used almost anywhere.

"You mean, on the Radiant Continent, the most powerful race is the Elf race?" Three months later, sitting on a stone bench by the lake in the manor, Yvette, who had already mastered the Radiant language, inquired about the situation in the other world from Rosalyn.

Among them, the Radiant Continent is the Eastern Continent, which is the place where humans, elves, orcs and other races from another world live.

The western continent, also known as the "Demon Abyss Continent," is where the demons live.

“It seems so. I’ve heard my father mention it. Elves are often the mainstays of the front-line fortresses... The kingdom’s army is also frequently under their command…” Rosalind tried to recall.

Her father was Earl Theon of the Kingdom of Eton, a top-tier noble family, and she naturally possessed the illustrious status of an earl's daughter. Otherwise, how would she have known about the Aurora Zone and the Abyss, let alone used this small piece of knowledge to escape the demons' pursuit?

However, looking at the entire Eastern Continent, the Kingdom of Eton is just a small country.

"What kind of magic do elves use?" Yvette was quite interested in this.

“Legend has it that elves can manipulate plants and trees… I don’t know anything else…” Rosalyn said.

Plant magic… the Origin Civilization has also studied this extensively. If I could find relevant materials, perhaps I could even create a similar spell… Yvette thought to herself. However, the Furnace Ring x3 only had 44,000 units of capacity left; each new spell required careful budgeting…

The morning light streamed quietly through their conversation until the sun's shadow reached its zenith. When it was time for dinner, Yvette went inside to cook, with Rosalyn following behind to help her.

By this time, after living there for more than three months, she had gained some understanding of the so-called "Land of the End" and believed that the witch with gorgeous silver hair in front of her was not an evil god, but a truly good person.

And she's also a stunningly beautiful woman who's both handsome and strong... she added with a touch of longing in her heart.

Lunch consisted of a vegetable salad and grilled fish, a fairly Western style, but mainly due to limited ingredients.

After dinner, Yvette picked up a book called "Fundamentals of Magical Mechanical Technology" and began reading it in the first-floor living room. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing her in a soft, angelic glow.

However, the quiet reading and studying didn't last long. She glanced at Rosalyn, who was standing not far away, peeking out with a hesitant expression, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Um... Sister Witch, hasn't it been a long time since we went on an adventure?" Rosalind looked at her expectantly.

“An expedition…” Yvette glanced at her, then looked down at the textbook she had just opened. “Didn’t we just do one the day before yesterday?”

"So I rested yesterday." Rosalyn blinked her beautiful big eyes, her hint and coquettishness quite obvious.

“…Alright then.” Yvette hesitated for a moment, then closed the book.

The "adventure" mentioned here actually refers to Yvette taking Rosalind to wander around Ish City and see the so-called "ancient ruins".

Initially, it was just that when Yvette went out to collect usable supplies, they were worried that it wouldn't be safe for her to be alone on the manor, so they took her along.

Unexpectedly, this area became a source of great interest for the little girl, completely changing her initial impression of the manor's "terrifying and dilapidated" exterior. Instead, she came to believe it was a "mysterious and magnificent ancient ruin." Full of curiosity, she would urge Yvette to go out and explore whenever she had the chance, finding endless joy in it.

"Yes, I'm not being lazy and not wanting to read. I have no choice but to do it because I'm taking care of the kids..." Yvette told herself, trying to convince herself.

Soon, after leaving the three-story wooden mansion that had been gradually expanded into a large villa, Yvette took out the flying board that had helped her escape from danger, as her means of transportation.

Rosalyn stood at the front of the board, while he stood behind her. The board silently rose, carrying the two of them like fish, gliding through the steel jungle covered in greenery.

"Where are we going today?" Rosalyn asked excitedly.

She loved the feeling of soaring through the sky like a bird, especially when Yvette occasionally did something thrilling, like squeezing through the narrow gaps in a collapsing building, she would shout excitedly.

“The factory area in the suburbs,” Yvette said succinctly.

This is the result she analyzed from a map of the island that she recently obtained, which clearly shows that a part of the suburbs of Ish City is a machinery factory belonging to Black Tower Pharmaceuticals.

She planned to go there to collect junk and see if she could recover some heavy industrial products that were relatively well-preserved, such as magical motorcycles and rune airships.

To conserve magic power, Yvette used Frostbolts to fight off aberrations that could fly along the way.

With just a little magic, most of the aberrations would be frozen solid, rendering them immobile for a short time. Even if they didn't die from the fall, by the time they recovered, Yvette would have already left with Rosalind, thus pulling them out of their aggro range, making it very convenient.

Even after seeing this scene several times, Rosalyn still found it incredible.

In her understanding, an essential part of a magician's use of magic is chanting spells. However, the witch sister, who calls herself a magician, can cast a spell with a wave of her hand, and one spell can instantly kill an evil demon. This is completely inconsistent with her understanding.

Even if she isn't a god or an angel, she must be an unfathomable master of magic!

Anyway, he's much more powerful than those magicians in the kingdom and the church!

With this in mind, a small expectation took shape in the little golden retriever's heart.

Since she can't go home for a while, could she stay here and learn magic from the witch?

Chapter 14 Test

As evening fell, a disheveled Yvette returned to the manor with Rosalyn in her arms.

Today's adventure was far from smooth. Yvette never expected that a giant mechanical mutant was lurking in the seemingly peaceful factory area, ready to launch a sneak attack.

As she and Rosalyn passed over the ruins of a factory on the edge of the city, a huge mechanical gull covered in red flesh suddenly burst out of the ruins, kicking up a hundred-meter-high cloud of dust that nearly swallowed the two of them whole.

Fortunately, Yvette's skateboarding skills were excellent. With a perfect drift, she grazed the edge of the turtle's mouth and escaped, using Wind Rider to accelerate away. Otherwise, she would probably have been reincarnated by now, looking at a new ceiling.

Afterwards, Rosalyn was sent to the bathroom to take a shower. Yvette used a simple water spell to clean her face, silently recalling the appearance of the mechanical giant tortoise, and gradually formed a certain guess.

It was probably a mechanical beast from a circus or theater troupe from hundreds of years ago. During festivals and celebrations, it would pull a stage and parade through the streets. When it wasn't needed, it would be stored away in a warehouse in the suburbs. But when the apocalypse came, it suddenly became a regional boss...

What bad luck! Not only were there close calls, but she also lost face in front of the little golden retriever, losing her air of superiority... Sigh, it must be because she was too eager to show off in front of the child, and with her life being relatively peaceful lately, she lost her former caution... She can't do that again. I'm far from being strong; I need to have a sense of awe for the world...

After reflecting deeply on her actions, Yvette waited until Rosalyn finished showering before soaking herself in the hot bath. Only when her fair skin flushed a rosy hue did she change into a comfortable white robe and emerge.

Then, as soon as she opened the door, she saw Rosalin standing at the top of the stairs, her face tense and her eyes looking at her with utmost seriousness.

"Witch sister!" she said earnestly.

"W-What's wrong..." Yvette subconsciously connected the dots to what had happened today, and then felt a little guilty, suspecting that the little girl had come to advise her not to be so reckless in the future.

However, it turned out she was overthinking things. Rosalyn took a deep breath and said the words she had been holding back for a long time: "Can I... learn magic from you?"

"You want to learn magic?" Yvette asked, not surprised.

She had a premonition about this request, since Rosalyn would often watch intently as she cleaned up the aberrant creatures, showing her deep fascination with magic.

But since the girl never brought it up, Yvette pretended not to know.

“Yes, I want to learn… but I can’t offer anything in return. Can you teach me?” Rosalyn lowered her head shyly, looking at her slippers.

Yvette didn't speak, just looked at her quietly, neither agreeing nor refusing immediately.

She had thought about this matter before, and a key point was why she wanted to take on apprentices and what benefits that would bring her.

In terms of being kind and benevolent, she took in the little golden retriever, fed her, and protected her from the threat of the mutants. In the end, she only received some ordinary common sense about the other world, which already demonstrates her kindness and compassion.

But taking on disciples is another matter entirely. It involves the vast knowledge legacy from the Origin Civilization in her mind. Can this priceless treasure be given to just any person from another world?

The close, father-son-like master-disciple relationship of ancient people was often an investment in their own old age, but Yvette doesn't need anyone to support her in her old age. Furthermore, if the aurora reappears, this little golden retriever will go home, all her investments will go down the drain, and it might even benefit others in the other world… And for safety reasons, Yvette has no plans to travel to another world for at least several hundred years…

Therefore, it seems that she cannot find a reason to give away all the rune knowledge she possesses for free.

Just like she never intended to teach Rosalyn Black Tide.

In the long silence, Rosalyn, with her head down, felt her heart sink to the bottom of the water.

As a well-educated noblewoman, she deeply understood one thing: you have to pay the price to get something; there is no such thing as a free lunch.

The kingdom's court sorcerers occasionally take on students from among the noble children, but they often charge exorbitant tuition fees. While the church offers free opportunities, the price is lifelong membership and loyalty until the end of one's life.

And what makes her, a little girl with nothing, so capable of making a powerful witch who has lived for countless years take her as her disciple?

How presumptuous of you, Rosalyn! What are you saying? You should be grateful for the witch's protection, how can you be so shameless as to make further requests... Gradually, regret began to rise in her heart.

But just as she was about to withdraw her request, Yvette suddenly said, "...It's not impossible."

It doesn't mean it's not allowed? So it means it's allowed?

Rosalyn looked up in surprise, then heard Yvette continue, "...but I need to give you a little test."

"test?"

“Yes, a little test,” Yvette said. “Do you know about meditation?”

“I don’t know…” Rosalyn shook her head. As a daughter of an earl, she once had the opportunity to study under a magician in the kingdom, but unfortunately there was only one spot available. After thinking it over, her father gave the opportunity to her eldest brother.

She had no complaints about this, after all, she wasn't going to the battlefield, while her older brother was really going to fight the demons to the death.

“Meditation is the foundation of magical training and the main way to acquire magic power,” Yvette said. “You will first undergo three years of meditation training with me. If, after three years, your total amount of magic power satisfies me, I will formally accept you as my apprentice.”

As someone with mediocre talent, when Yvette first started meditating, her growth was only about 2 points per year, an extremely slow pace.

If Rosalyn were a prodigy with extraordinary talent, she could grow up quickly and become Yvette's right-hand woman in this dangerous world, increasing her resilience against survival risks.

This is the reason she found for taking on apprentices.

Of course, the student's character is also important... but the little girl is behaving well so far, obedient, sensible, and well-mannered. She's only just turned 10, and her values ​​aren't yet fully formed. If she goes astray in the future, the one who should be held accountable is her teacher...

Three years? Rosalyn's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't hesitate at all: "Okay, witch sister!" She nodded vigorously, her eyes firm.

……

After receiving instruction in meditation techniques, Rosalyn's enthusiasm for "adventure" visibly cooled down over the next few days. She spent most of her time quietly in her second-floor bedroom, diligently meditating.

Yvette's life thus gained more peace.

In the morning, she was finally able to finish studying "Fundamentals of Magical Mechanical Technology" in peace. In the afternoon, she leisurely did some gardening in the manor, pruning the flowers and plants. Before evening, she strolled to another city park a few kilometers away to cultivate some land, considering sowing some wheat seeds there when spring arrived next year.

Then the next morning, looking at the flowerbed that had been trimmed yesterday but was now a mess, Yvette's face darkened. She thought that in farming, the threat posed by wild animals seemed to be much greater than that of the mutants.

How about unlocking the "electric grid" technology first? It would protect the fruits of our labor and significantly increase the security of the manor.

However, unlocking the power grid required unlocking more powerful energy storage devices, which led Yvette to frequently go out, digging through ruins and searching for professional books on energy storage...

And so, in this tranquil wasteland reclamation, a year passed by unnoticed.

Chapter 15 The sky is falling

It was a spring morning before dawn, with rumbling thunder in the sky followed by fine rain. Rosalind Theon, yawning, got out of bed and went to the window, where she saw the distant silhouette of the Black Tower ruins appearing and disappearing in the rain and mist, like a watercolor silhouette.

She slammed the window shut to make sure the cold, damp air wouldn't seep in through the cracks, then washed up, went downstairs, and started preparing breakfast.