Chapter 392: 350. Who is the Real Daughter
For the world of the Moon Rabbits, which was already in an apocalyptic state, the passage of time had previously been difficult to judge by the sky, as there was no distinction between day and night anymore; the rules of day and night had collapsed.
Fortunately, the fixes Dorothy made earlier had restored the rules around the royal city, and since this wandering Moon Rabbit was currently docked on the outskirts of the Witch World, it was barely able to enjoy the lingering light of the Witch World's suns and moons.
At that moment, a cold, clear moon hung on the horizon; it was the moon of the Witch World.
The days in the Witch World are illuminated by the three suns, manifestations of the Third King's strength, and at night, the Third King's power would recede into silence, and the whole world would return to its primitive natural state, while at this time, the consciousness of the Mother of the World would appear in the form of the moon, soothing her children into sweet dreams.
"That is the true Lord Moon God."
Dorothy raised her head, looking at the clear full moon in the sky, and couldn't help but feel this way inwardly.
Compared to her, a false Moon God, the moon in the sky—transformed by the consciousness of the Witch World's Mother of the World—truly possessed divine strength and majesty. Its gentle moonlight selflessly showered upon the world, generously sharing its tremendous magic power with each of her children, just like a mother breast-feeding her babies.
Even though Dorothy was currently in the Otherworld, as long as the moonlight could shine upon her, a ray of moonlight still touched her body, then merged into her, making her magic power slightly stronger by about three or four mana.
It wasn't much, but it was very warm.
After all, witches, like werewolves and vampires, are creatures of the night, favored children of the moon.
The Church of the Lord of Glory had once slandered the witches for their nocturnal misdeeds and launched witch-hunting raids during the night.
However, the strength of the witches did not enhance into berserk like that of werewolves or vampires on moonlit nights; they merely preferred to be active under the moon because the consciousness of the Mother of the World incarnated as the moon itself.
Thus, when they moved at night, it was as if the Mother's gaze was upon them, which gave the witches a sense of security.
The moon in the sky gave the small witches of the past the courage to resist.
The three suns manifested by the Third King are now so scorchingly powerful that not a soul in the Western Universe dares to oppose the witches just by looking at those three suns, but even as powerful as the Third King was, they too grew up under this gentle moonlight.
But now, under the leadership of the Third King, the witches have become the rulers of the Western Universe, and they no longer need the courage to venture out under their mother's gaze as they did in the past. Therefore, the new generation of witches no longer adhere to the nocturnal habits of the ancient witches; they prefer to operate during the day and at night, sleep sweetly in the embrace of the Mother of the World.
Night is the most suitable time for witches to practice their magic power, and this kind of practice is very simple—just sleep under the moonlight.
After all, Dorothy quite likes this Mother of the World, because as a lazy witch, she loves the feeling of growing stronger just by sleeping.
"Hmph, she doesn't like me anyway."
But on her face, senior Fanny, acting petulantly, brushed away the moonlight that fell on her, which left the homebody witch somewhat speechless.
"You don't want me to give it to you? Tsk, the Mother of the World clearly favors you, her own daughters, and yet you're still not satisfied."
Dorothy said somewhat sourly.
As an ordinary witch, she could only receive a sliver of moonlight, but for senior Fanny, it was like the Mother of the World pouring moonlight directly onto her, just like a spotlight on a stage, showing a clear disparity.
The destined Witch King, the beloved daughter of the World's consciousness, indeed enjoys special treatment.
"Hmph, have it if you love it so much. I certainly don't care, acting as if someone lacks that bit of magic power."
The senior, still in her rabbit mask, continued to act stubbornly.
For her, who is both one and everything, Magic Power was the least valuable thing; she didn't care about the bit of Magic Power her mother gave her. What she really wanted was her mother's approval and expectations, but the Mother of the World had never given those to her.
Indeed, after all, she wasn't a child the Mother of the World had willingly conceived but was born due to coercion from The Third King. Her mother neither liked her youngest daughter nor had any expectations for her future, even going to the extent of preferring to steal, rob, or kidnap someone else's child rather than to trust her even a little.
Tired, unloved, let this world be destroyed in fifty years.
Senior Fanny was being reclusive since she had no one to love her.
"Come on, senior, stop it. Aren't I still here? I cherish you."
Through the Familiar Contract, Dorothy could vaguely sense the sorrow of her powerful senior and could only soothe her in her heart.
"Tch, I don't fancy the love of a flirtatious carrot like you, Dorothy, I don't want to be your wingman."
Unfortunately, the well-intentioned homebody witch was spurned, and senior Fanny flatly rejected her love.
This made Dorothy quite shiver with anger.
Defamation, this was outright defamation. How could she, a chaste, single witch, be called a flirtatious carrot?
However, anger aside, those moon essences that the senior didn't want, she'd gladly accept them, rubbing against the benefits the senior didn't want every day. This was more or less equal to having an extra meal, and she was most in need of Magic Power.
Well, considering these moon essences, she decided not to squabble with senior Fanny, even if the senior despised her, she would continue to love her.
Yes, the kind of love among family members.
Well, she, Dorothy, was just that boundlessly loving.
However, to outsiders, this scene seemed to be something else entirely.
Like those Moon Rabbits who came from various parts of the Royal City to participate in the first ritual of worshipping the Moon God.
These People of the Moon only saw in the sky a particularly bright moonlight spotlighting Dorothy, making the homebody witch dressed as the Moon God appear even more mysterious and aloof. No one would doubt the authenticity of her identity as the Moon God.
For a moment, even Ruthfiel, who knew everything about her standing nearby, started to doubt whether the young lady really possessed attributes related to the moon, let alone the Moon Rabbits.
For a moment, these Moon Rabbits, already grateful to the Moon God for saving their world, became even more devout in their faith. They decided that they must display utmost devotion when worshipping Lord Moon God later.
As time gradually passed, more and more Moon Rabbits from around the Royal City gathered in the vast square in front of the Royal Palace. At the front of the square, an object several meters high was covered with a massive silk cloth.
Fortunately, soon after everyone gathered, Queen of the Moon Sidwell advanced forward, flanked by the High Priest and the Knight Commander.
Miss Moon Rabbit quickly grabbed the massive silk cloth and jerked it down, revealing the large and splendid Moon Goddess Statue hidden beneath it.
And when the statue was fully revealed, the bright moon in the sky also seemed to suddenly pause, followed by a majestic outpouring of moonlight like a waterfall directly pouring into the statue.
Senior Fanny: "..."
Tch, who really is the favored daughter here?
...Senior trembling in anger...