Otaku Witch-Chapter 1694 - 885: Submission (Part 2)

To be precise, she is the daughter of herself from countless generations in the future, she comes from the future and will inevitably return there someday.

Yet this brief happiness effortlessly pierced through Mr. Hero’s strong heart, forged through numerous hardships, causing him to momentarily relent and forget everything.

It was not until last night’s incident that he was finally jolted awake from this fleeting happiness, realizing that this dream-like happiness ultimately had an expiration date.

"Is your task related to the Thirteen Vampire Clan Families?"

Adam asked after a moment of silence.

Dorothy paused with the kitchen knife in her hand but quickly returned to normal.

These were not particularly confidential matters, and she had no reason to hide them from her father, so she nodded.

"It’s not really a task; it’s just that I am currently operating under Hermes’s identity, so naturally I need to fulfill Hermes’s historical mission. Otherwise, it might affect the future—in the worst-case scenario, the future could change, and I simply might never be born."

Dorothy spoke candidly.

Adam, being a well-informed hero, had reached a level of prowess where he had begun to explore the laws of space-time and fate, and naturally, understood the principle that history cannot be altered.

He easily grasped his daughter’s words, but consequently, he worried even more.

Although he was reluctant to let his daughter leave—after all, he had been accustomed to solitude previously, as he had never experienced the companionship of family; nothing was more painful and cruel than gaining something only to lose it.

I could endure the darkness only because I had never seen the light.

However, comparing his own suffering, he was more worried about his daughter’s safety. If she really ceased to exist due to changes in history, Adam would find such an outcome even more unbearable.

"What do you need to do with the Thirteen Vampire Clan Families? I will help you complete it."

Mr. Hero said resolutely after a moment of silence.

Even though such actions might contradict the hero’s stance of fairness, Adam did not hesitate or struggle; he naturally made the decision.

The hero’s stance is nothing compared to a single strand of his daughter’s hair.

"There’s really no need, Dad. Last night was just an accident, perhaps it was fate’s backlash; however, it won’t happen again. I can handle the rest myself, you really don’t need to intervene. If you go against the hero’s stance, be careful not to give the Demon God Mammon an opportunity."

Dorothy quickly shook her head, refusing her father’s offer to help.

But seeing that Adam still appeared worried, she added another remark.

"If you intervene, it might truly change history, and at that point, I might really have no salvation."

This statement finally made Mr. Hero abandon the thought of charging directly at the Thirteen Vampire Clan Families and dealing with them quickly. Yet, a long-lost sense of helplessness enveloped him.

He hadn’t felt this powerless for many years; the last time seemed to be during his youth, when he participated in the dragon-slaying team, watching helplessly as each teammate died before his eyes.

Adam suddenly became somewhat dejected.

When Dorothy saw her father like this, she was also somewhat speechless. She pondered for a moment, then her eyes lit up.

"Although you can’t act against the Thirteen Vampire Clan Families, the Demon God Mammon must be hiding among them, and this demon needs you to handle it, Dad."

Yes, Hermes’s legend doesn’t involve the Demon God Mammon.

And as for this Original Sin Demon God standing at the pinnacle of the Western Universe, Dorothy indeed had no assurance to deal with it. She could use the Judgment Court’s name to intimidate the Thirteen Vampire Clan Families, but probably wouldn’t be able to scare Mammon.

One cannot remove an Original Sin Demon God through mere intimidation; real skill is needed for this.

And this is something that only Adam can accomplish.

"Alright, leave that to me."

Upon hearing his daughter’s words, Adam was immediately reinvigorated.

No, it should be said he became fired up.

He hadn’t been this fired up or serious since the first time he slayed a dragon.

This was a task given by his daughter, and besides, he had some unfinished business with the Demon God Mammon—it indeed was time for a resolution.

Mammon, it’s one thing to provoke me, even if it’s ninety-nine times, but since you’re blocking my daughter’s path, apologies—it’s about time for a conclusion between us.

Mr. Hero’s serious demeanor ignited the anger of an old father.

Greedy Demon God, you have already chosen the path to death.

Meanwhile, while the father and daughter were chatting, the griffin wing meat and tail meat had already been cooked unknowingly.

The tantalizing aroma spread throughout the entire villa, and soon Artie came running eagerly. She willingly settled at the dining table, ready for the meal.

Next was Miss Dog-Witch, who had been beaten so badly yesterday that she couldn’t find any good bones left in her body, crawling out hand and foot.

She was so rushed that she threw away her cane, and her bandages were all haphazardly wrapped.

But with delicious food in front of her, who cares about injuries? Miss Hermes’s cooking was the best healing medicine for her.

Fenrir thought to herself.

A witch who originally never ate meals, in just a month was trained into a big foodie by Miss Hermes with divine-like culinary skills.

Seeing Fenrir’s appearance, Dorothy was also speechless.

She couldn’t help but recall the legend of the Werewolf Ancestor from later generations, said to be a perpetually insatiable Tan Lang—this one probably turned out like that.

Cough, cough, there’s no me in history; the real Sage of Lies wouldn’t have my skills, I’m not taking responsibility for this.

Dorothy shook her head, pushing away strange thoughts from her mind.

Just as she contemplated inviting the two aunties to join for a meal, she saw Camilla and Elizabeth already walking over.

The Duchess Sisters of the Vampire Clan were naturally attracted by the captivating aroma filling the room, which greatly increased their appetite.

This was quite rare; although Vampire Clan Witches don’t need to live solely off drinking blood like traditional vampires, they can eat regular food.

However, most Vampire Clan Witches still feed primarily on blood.

After all, there’s a big difference between being able to eat and wanting to eat; for Vampire Clan Witches, the sweetness of blood is far superior to ordinary food.

One is supreme delicacy, while the other merely fills the stomach.

If there’s absolutely no blood, then eating ordinary food as a substitute would be acceptable, but the Thirteen Vampire Clan Families run the hospital, so they’re rich in blood resources and don’t worry about the source.

However, today both sisters surprisingly had cravings for regular food beyond fresh blood, which startled them.

Once they came out, they saw the homebody witch busy in the kitchen.

Realizing that the food tempting them was personally cooked by Dorothy, the sisters exchanged glances, confirming the truth in each other’s eyes.

Yes, there’s no doubt about Miss Magician’s identity as the Dragon King’s envoy now.

After all, everyone knows the Dragon King is a food enthusiast, the greatest and finest gourmet in the Witch World, and many witches have been diligently honing their culinary skills in attempts to attract the Dragon King’s attention and soar to new heights.

Therefore, most of the people around the Dragon King possess excellent culinary skills, and there’s even a myth suggesting that one can estimate the standing and favor in the Dragon King’s heart based on the person’s culinary prowess.

Watching Miss Magician’s skills making even Vampire Clan Witches want to give up blood for meals, it’s clear she’s a favored confidante of the Dragon King.

No doubt about it.

"Ladies, have you both considered it?"

Of course, Dorothy wasn’t aware of what these two aunties were pondering. She somewhat nervously asked.

After all, whether her subsequent plans could proceed smoothly depended entirely on the cooperation of these two aunties.

In response to her inquiry, the Duchess sisters both bowed their heads and knelt on one knee.

By the Dragon King’s decree, they had no choice but to submit.

...Aunties submitting...