She Is Not a Witch

“Although this lady is human, she holds ideals of equality that transcend race. She respects our customs and language, and offers protection to us who are weak.”

“Faced with such grand benevolence, such noble character, such a powerful being.”

The old rabbit’s bright eyes slowly scanned the crowd as he spoke each word with deliberation.

“We have only one answer.”

“And that is to offer her our loyalty.”

The rabbits present raised their fists one by one, their expressions excited, as thousands of voices swore in unison.

“We are willing to follow Lady Loranhil unto death!”

The uneven chorus of oaths echoed like an ocean through the deep mountains, carrying far into the distance.

Some huge shadows hidden in the mountains began to stir, growing restless.

At this moment, above the tall stone platform, countless wind lanterns lit up one after another. The orange-yellow flames in the lanterns were carried by air currents, illuminating the sky.

A dreamlike figure slowly emerged from the darkness of the sky and began to descend.

First to come into view was a delicate foot in a white shoe.

Then came the pure white lace hem of the skirt, light red pleats, and a bright red gown adorned with seven crimson roses along the side.

Next was the silver long hair, strands dancing in the night wind, shimmering in the firelight.

Then appeared that otherworldly face, like a clear moon breaking through thick clouds, stunning all present the moment it was revealed.

Finally, those calm scarlet eyes, pure and clear as crystal in the sky, looked upon all present. They held no trace of concealment, deceit, or worldly impurities, evoking a sense of sincerity, purity, and peace rising from the depths of one’s heart.

As her feet gently touched down one after the other, her skirt slowly settled, and the crowd gradually came back to their senses.

The representatives from each village on the high platform formed two lines, standing at the sides of the stone platform, bowing their heads in respect to Loranhil.

“I am willing to accept your allegiance, but dignity is not charity. You must still strive for it yourselves, and only through action can you wash away the disgrace of the past.”

Loranhil’s scarlet eyes slowly swept over everyone present, as points of red light appeared in the air.

These light points gathered before her like homing birds, finally forming an exquisite long sword composed purely of magical power, floating before everyone’s eyes.

The girl grasped the sword with her right hand, sweeping it from left to right, drawing out a long trail of sword light, like a red curtain of light spreading out before dissipating into the air.

The rabbits present hadn’t fully grasped what had happened. After a few seconds, they heard the continuous sound of falling trees from the surrounding forests in the mountains.

One by one, tall trees were cut with a smooth stroke, their trunks slowly sliding and falling, like an endless chain of dominoes.

The dense black forest before them suddenly became spacious, as hundreds and thousands of trees were cut down, revealing the uninvited guests hidden within.

The floating wind lanterns in the sky spread out, illuminating these magical beasts hiding in the mountains.

There were Sequence 4 Moss Rock Rhinos, Sequence 3 Beheading Sparrows, Sequence 4 Giant Pincered Longhorn Beetles, a group of Sequence 3 Gray Bone Gorillas… and most notably, three Sequence 5 magical beasts: a Primal Sequence 5 · Curse Sound Tadpole, a Dragon Sequence 5 · Lava Stone Turtle, and a Nature Sequence 5 · Vine Fairy.

These three magical beasts were the overlords of the Tisilan Mountain Range. Although Tisilan was only a small branch of the Sigh Mountain Range, it concealed many living magical beasts, indicating its rich natural ecology.

A huge gray-blue tadpole floated in the air, covered in countless eerie patterns, with two pairs of narrow black eyes hidden among them, not very noticeable.

It was not like the Sequence 4 Silver Ring King Snake from before. After reaching Sequence 5, the power of supernatural beings would undergo a qualitative leap, far beyond what lower levels could imagine.

This dangerous magical beast stared at the red figure in the distance, extremely greedy. It had a feeling that if it could devour this human girl, it would gain the opportunity to advance to Sequence 6.

The eerie patterns on its body began to emit a blue-white light, and then a piercing, chaotic sound wave spread out. It was like an extremely unskilled violinist sawing iron wire with violin strings, producing arrhythmic noise that drove people insane.

The surrounding magical beasts scattered and fled, while the rabbits in the mountains staggered, covering their ears, enduring this painful torment.

Loranhil was at the center of these sonic attacks, with violent sound waves bringing wave after wave of air currents. The girl stood motionless atop the high platform, letting the air currents lift her long hair, the flying strands swaying rapidly in the air.

She raised her right hand in front of her, and a semi-transparent magical barrier appeared in the air. This barrier, constructed from Demon Sequence magical power, was composed of many hexagons like a honeycomb, forming a semicircle that protected Loranhil’s form within it.

Then, a blood-red long spear gradually formed at her side.

“Magic Spear · Gungnir!”

With a clear shout, the girl grasped the long spear with her left hand and hurled it.

The inspiration for this move came from a work she had seen in her previous life. It wasn’t originally included in the supernatural sequence; she had researched and developed it herself.

For a weapon that breaks magic and armor, a long spear was indeed most suitable. Generally, Demon Sequence supernatural beings would cover their weapons with magical power to enhance lethality, but her magical power was so abundant it was practically inexhaustible. She luxuriously used it to construct weapons directly, increasing the power exponentially.

The deep red long spear traced a straight line through the air. Before anyone could clearly see what it was, it had reached the Curse Sound Tadpole. As if its solid skin and bones were nonexistent, the spear directly pierced through it, leaving a person-sized hole. The blood-red spear that passed through plowed a nearly two-kilometer-long furrow in the ground before finally dissipating.

For this huge, bizarre tadpole, such a small hole would normally be insignificant, healing slowly over time.

But this time it had miscalculated. The flesh at the edges of the bloody hole kept darkening before falling off. It tried to cover the wound, but to no avail. From its eyes, the bloody hole, and various parts of its body, deep purple poisoned blood flowed out. It then collapsed with a boom, raising some dust, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.

Wisps of red light points continually emerged from the corpse. The Curse Sound Tadpole’s supernatural core was extracted, forming a gem that flew into the girl’s hand.

Although she appeared calm on the surface, she was actually startled inside. The magical beast’s death was too miserable, as if you accidentally cut your skin while trimming your nails, and then your whole body became infected. Before you could even call an ambulance, you’d fall and die.

It was too fast, too dangerous, shocking even to herself. She couldn’t help but wonder how ruthless the True Red Empire must have been to develop such a terrifying combat method.

Such deadly poison was not only a threat to enemies but also immense pressure on oneself. A slight mistake could contaminate oneself, nearby teammates, or loved ones, causing instant death with no chance for rescue. This made her decide not to use such deadly poison unless absolutely necessary in the future.