Otaku Witch-Chapter 414 - 371. Rosalind’s Anger

Rosalind had raced back home.

Not long before, she and her partner had just represented the Witch Academy at an important meeting in Pandora Royal City. The meeting had barely started when she received an urgent succession of messages from her nuisance of a daughter, demanding her immediate return because of a serious incident at home.

Even though the daughter insisted firmly, Rosalind and her partner Angela only frowned. They both felt it was definitely that unlucky child itching for trouble again, and the couple discussed how they would handle this child who caused mayhem if not disciplined every three days.

This couldn’t blame the parents for not believing their child; it was truly because their daughter Phoenix had done too many foolish things before, making it hard for them to trust her.

"Sigh, if Phoenix were even half as excellent as Sophia, I would be content,"

Rosalind often lamented.

The thought of that almost perfect, outstanding niece would always bring a flash of nostalgia and longing in the eyes of the Director of Studies at the Witch Academy.

That child is truly becoming more and more like her aunt.

"Dear, why don’t I go back and check? I feel that this time Phoenix is really serious,"

said Angela, who eventually softened, speaking to her partner.

After all, Phoenix was a child she had carried for two years before giving birth. As the child’s matrilineal mother, she naturally doted on this daughter a lot.

Although the child wasn’t as gifted as her partner’s niece, as a mother, she naturally found her own child more pleasing to the eye and more likable.

"That child is only so naughty because you’ve spoiled her all the time, Angela. That’s not how you educate a child. Your indulgence will only ruin her. We are not going back until the meeting is over. No matter what happens, we’ll deal with it afterward,"

Rosalind said, frowning deeply, adamantly opposing her partner’s proposal.

This meeting was really important; there was no room for disruptions.

Now that her Sage mother had washed her hands of all responsibilities, Rosalind was effectively the acting Clan Leader of the Angel Witch Clan. She was deeply concerned about the decline of her clan over the years, which she had witnessed and felt anxious about.

She had always thought of herself as unsuited for leadership. In the past, when her sister was around, she never had to nor needed to worry about these administrative matters. Back then, Rosalind’s plan for the future was to become her sister’s sharpest blade, as she was focused on becoming an Armed Witch.

Unfortunately, after her sister’s misfortune and her mother’s abdication, the headless state of the clan forced her to step up and take charge of everything.

It was a pity that she had limited abilities and lacked the power or talent to command the respect of all clan members as her mother and sister had. Many clan members did not follow her lead, which led to the current situation of the clan being fragmented and various factions sabotaging each other.

What else could Rosalind do in such a situation? She couldn’t just throw in the towel. She had to persist, having spent these years running around for the academy and clan affairs, leaving her little time to properly educate her daughter Phoenix.

Regarding her daughter, she actually felt quite guilty. She knew that Phoenix’s mischievous behavior was an attempt to get her attention, hoping that she could spend more time with her, but she truly couldn’t.

The clan was in such a dire state now; she really had no time to rest.

In the end, even though the Angel Witch Clan remained one of the three great families, Rosalind was painfully aware that all they had left was the facade of a noble house.

The younger generation of elites mostly headed to the front lines upon graduation. Compared to the decaying, feudal atmosphere within the clan, those young people preferred the freedom outside and were more supportive of the ideas of the God King’s Church—an entity that had appeared from nowhere.

The ones who stayed in the clan were either decaying old immortals who refused to die or wasteful prodigals lost to their pleasures. In short, they lacked ability but had temperaments as big as mountains, constantly reaching out for money and resources every single day.

However, those good-for-nothings had no idea how expensive life really is since they never had to run a household. Where would the clan still find any money? The clan’s daily expenses were now covered by loans she shamelessly borrowed from her former Witch Academy classmates in the Golden Country.

And now, to add insult to injury, there were some within the Council of Sages who felt that the Angel Witches no longer deserved to be within the top three and debated formally discussing the matter. This was the main topic of the current meeting.

Therefore, how could Rosalind even think about leaving at such a critical moment? If the council really passed this proposal and further cut subsidies for their clan, then they would truly be on the verge of bankruptcy, left with no option but to sell off the family’s ancestral assets.

So, there was no time left to deal with her daughter’s tantrums at home. Even if their home was being raided, she had to finish attending this meeting.

The Director of Studies thought this to herself.

Then...

Then, in the middle of the meeting, she suddenly sprang from her seat. Disregarding the stares of the many attendees, she pulled her companion next to her and dashed out, looking terribly upset.

It was unavoidable—their home might really have been raided because she just sensed that the God King’s Protection Curse protecting the grand cathedral had been activated.

"What on earth happened at home? Why would Phoenix activate the protection curse? Damn it, is someone really bullying my Angel Witch clan thinking we are powerless?"

At that moment, Rosalind thought of many things, but she couldn’t afford to think any further, unleashing her full Peak Witch strength and rushing back as fast as she could.

But the Witch World was simply too vast. The Witch Academy was almost half a world away from Pandora Royal City, and just the teleportation alone required several transfers.

By the time she and her spouse finally rushed back to their ancestral home, it was already too late. They only saw that the God King’s Protection Curse was still segregating the cathedral’s interior from the outside, but beyond the barrier, numerous Black-Robed Witches were capturing Angel Witches left and right.

"Damn it, how could it be the Judgment Court?"

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At the sight of the characteristic battle robes of those Black-Robed Witches, the Director of Studies’s expression turned even uglier.

She knew all too well that with the current state of the clan, they could not afford to provoke the Judgment Court. So even though she saw her clan members helpless, she originally wanted to endure it.

However, when she saw her daughter inside the cathedral looking foolishly broken, as if someone had played and ruined her, Rosalind couldn’t contain herself any longer.

She was never meant for politics or management, her true calling was combat, and which Armed Witch could tolerate such humiliation? The Angel Witch exploded on the spot.

Forget weighing the pros and cons, to hell with judging the situation, her daughter was being bullied, and she could not tolerate this humiliation no matter what.

At that moment, the frustration that had accumulated in her heart over the years of enduring humiliation exploded, and the powerful Peak Witch flung her rope magic wand, sending countless silk shadows to seize control of the scene, even if it meant offending the Judgment Court this time.

What surprised her, however, was that her assault was easily halted by an ocean of tentacles.

There was