Season: 1 210: The Black Witch (1)

Book 1 Chapter 210: The Black Witch (1)

Translator: Seven

Editors: Ana_Banana, Yahiko

[If Lucifer becomes the balance of the Continent, it will become a world no better than Hell. I don’t even need to explain. The example is right in front of you.]

As he said this, Lord looked out over the Demon World once again. Frey was also looking at this scene.

‘This is Hell.’

In truth, he felt that the name Demon World was more suitable.

This place was a different world. At first glance, it seemed chaotic, but there was an order in the chaos.

There were many different forces and factions, and they all combined to form a strange balance.

Except for a few fundamental values and ways of thinking, this was a place where living beings could live.

But that didn’t mean he would want to see the Continent become like this. Extreme change was always followed by chaos. It was possible that even more blood would be spilled once the Demigods began acting in earnest.

“Is it not picking between two evils?”

[Right.]

“...”

To be honest, Frey could not really understand Lord’s reactions at that moment.

‘Something has changed.’

He felt completely different from the last time.

From Lord’s perspective, he would certainly not feel comfortable unless Frey was torn apart and killed. He should’ve hated Frey just as much as Frey hated him.

However, during this reunion, Lord did not once show any signs of that hatred.

It felt strange. As though something important was missing.

Was this really Lord?

Frey suppressed his suspicions and asked.

“What if I don’t interfere?”

Lord’s and Lucifer’s powers were almost equal.

Their fight would definitely be determined by subtle advantages, and neither of them would end up the winner.

Frey could certainly take the position of fisherman while watching the situation progress.

But Lord didn’t overlook Frey’s idea either.

[The one who loses will be consumed by the other. Either Lucifer or I... will be absorbed by the winner. Do you know what will happen then?]

“What will happen?”

[I don’t know.]

Frey furrowed his eyebrows.

Was he joking?

No. Lord’s expression was serious.

[However, an unprecedented ‘something’ will definitely be born. Something that is definitely close to the level of God. An absolute, not a transcendent. If you’re confident that you can take on such a being, you’re welcome to watch.]

“...”

It was a very impactful statement.

No matter how powerful Frey was, he would not be able to defeat a combination of Lord and Lucifer.

[So choose.]

Lord’s voice urged him to answer.

Frey closed his eyes.

This was not a decision that he could delay making. The fight between Lord and Lucifer was about to begin.

But before that, there was still something he needed to know.

It was probably the question that he should have asked as soon as he arrived there.

“Before I answer, there is something I want to ask you.”

[Say it.]

“Where is Iris?”

Lord fell silent for a moment.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, Frey spoke first.

“I will warn you in advance. I will not tolerate any lies or tricks on this matter. Think about it carefully, Lord.”

Frey’s warning was sincere.

Realising this, Lord closed his mouth before he could say what he was about to.

He didn’t speak for a long time.

The Demigods around them became a bit noisy at this time.

Then, as everyone focused on Lord and waited for his answer, he opened his mouth.

[The Abyss.]

Frey’s pupils enlarged before becoming even smaller than before.

“...I see.”

He closed his eyes, and a hot wind blew over at that moment.Ne/w novel chapters are p/u/blished at novelhall.com

The winds of hell were ominous and disgusting. It smelled horrible, like the burp of a monster that carried the scent of flesh and blood.

When the breeze passed, Frey opened his eyes.

“I want to meet her.”

[I can’t do that.]

“Why?”

If so, then what did she want?

Iris was unable to answer her own questions.

She left her fearful parents behind, and at the same time, her heart cooled. She was cold.

Her body was shivering. But she wasn’t scared or nervous.

Her expression became cold as though she lost her emotions. And she felt this coldness would never go away.

There was no way she’d ever trust humans again.

Never.

* * *

Ten years passed.

Iris was now 19 years old.

She lived alone in a deserted forest. It was a place in which she had no problems being self-sufficient.

But it was a life without a purpose.

At a young age, she was already feeling empty deep inside.

‘I should just die.’

This was the first thought she had every morning after opening her eyes.

However, she felt it was unfair to just take her own life.

That day. The day that changed Iris’ fate forever was a little more special than any other day.

She had a visitor.

“Are you the Black Witch?”

It was a man in a brown robe and a long staff.

He didn’t have an appearance that stood out, but Iris felt a strange sense of familiarity to this man.

Of course, it was just a hint of it. By that point, Iris had already become sick of the human race.

But there was a decisive difference in this man who appeared to be a Wizard.

“Am I?”

It was a name. And naturally, Iris was not happy to hear it.

Being distinguished from other Witches meant that she was becoming well known, and that meant that the Heresy Inquisition would fall upon her soon.

The man continued in a calm tone.

“I saw a forest to the west. It was terrible. Hundreds of trees were uprooted. That was your doing, wasn’t it?”

Iris couldn’t help but sigh.

She didn’t even bother denying it.

“...right.”

She just nodded with a tired expression on her face.

It was true that she’d done it. There was naturally a reason, but she didn’t bother trying to explain it.

He wouldn’t accept it. And he wouldn’t understand anyway.

He wouldn’t even have the slightest intention of understanding Iris. As long as she was branded as a Witch, all of her actions would be seen as carrying out the work of the devil.

She decided to just moderately threaten this man and chase him away.

Then, she would have to find a new place to stay.

Just as she decided to summon a demon.

“Thank you.”

“...huh?”

This was something Iris would never have expected.

The man continued, ignoring her blank expression.

“It was already a dead forest. It’s probably the work of a Lich who has been active around this region. If it wasn’t for your quick action, the entire forest would’ve become rotten.”

“...”

Iris hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth,

“Did you come here just to say that?”

“Right.”

“...I am a Witch.”

Hearing this question, the man responded with a confused look on his face.

“I know. Did you forget already? I called you the Black Witch.”

“And you still believe me?”

“To be precise, I believe my eyes.”

The man’s voice was filled with self-confidence.

It wasn’t just his words. It was clear that he truly believed what he said.

“If you’re a real Witch, then you know at least a dozen ways to make the forest rot more efficiently. Nevertheless, by cutting only the rotten trees, it shows that you’re actually trying to help the forest heal.”

“...”

“Am I wrong?”

Iris heard a beating.

It was her own heart. She didn’t know why, but she felt her face become hot.

Her throat felt tight, and her eyes felt like they were burning. (Note: Sounds like an allergic reaction)

She felt like she couldn’t move her lips easily.

“That...”

Iris understood why.

This was the first time she’d been understood by another person since she was born.