Otaku Witch

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So, about the fact that I've traveled back to the night before the Divine King's awakening and have already been designated as the executioner to light the Burning Stake, what should I do?

Urgently waiting online.

Dorothy looked at the blonde peasant girl tied to the burning stake not far away, desperately explaining to the ignorant crowd, who were jeering around her, that she was not a witch, and felt numb all over.

Although the woman on the stake did not bear much resemblance to the sacred and dignified statue of the God King, which had Goddess-like grace and beauty in the times to come, one could still make out a sixty to seventy percent similarity in her facial features.

However, the homebody witch had basically confirmed that this peasant beauty named Denisha was indeed the first-generation Primal Witch, the future God King.

As for the differences in appearance, it definitely wasn't because the God King had been self-aggrandizing, or because the sculptor of the statues had flattered the God King by beautifying the representation.

It was simply because the peasant girl of this period was not yet the future Witch King; she was still a mere mortal, and a mortal's appearance could never be as exquisite as a witch's.

Moreover, one cannot seriously believe that a peasant girl from an impoverished medieval village could be all that pretty—it's complete nonsense.

Even the most naturally beautiful person needs proper care to maintain their beauty; either spend a fortune on various grooming products or use magic or some mystic strength to protect their appearance from external factors.

And a mere peasant girl naturally wouldn't have access to either of those options, so frankly speaking, Miss Denisha on the stake, although still a beauty, was far from stunning.

If we're scoring on a scale of a hundred, she would get at most 75 points, not a point more.

After all, her figure was somewhat scrawny from chronic malnutrition, lacking in curves, her skin sallow from insufficient nutrition, and her hands and feet muscular from long hours of physical labor, looking too "strong" in contrast to her frail body.

Long-term exposure to the elements had also taken a toll on her skin, which looked dry and not at all soft, with somewhat visible pores and even some freckles on her face.

That she could score 75 points despite so many issues, appearing as a simple and natural beauty, shows that she did have a good foundation; had she been born into a wealthy family, she might have grown into a beauty close to 90 points.

And 90 points is the limit for a mortal's beauty; anyone beyond that score couldn't possibly be human.

The statues in the God King Sect were carved after the God King became the Witch King, by which time her beauty, along with her strength and evolution of her body, had soared to about 99 points, approximating the visage of deities—a huge gap from the peasant girl Denisha's look.

However, beauty and ugliness between people are all relative, highlighted through comparison. When everyone is subject to the same harsh living conditions, that's when the advantages of good natural features show their worth. Against a background of villagers whose highest beauty score wouldn't exceed 60, Miss Denisha was undoubtedly a top-tier beauty.

But such beauty, for a powerless and strength-less peasant girl, wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Dorothy had been surreptitiously listening to the conversations of the villagers gathered around the Burning Stake, focusing the little magic power inside her body on her ears to enhance her hearing.

Though the effect was nowhere near as good as the specialized hearing enhancement magic, and it probably wouldn't even count as a 0-level trick in the magic system of a witch, it was sufficient for the moment.

And after refining and summarizing a bit, she had pieced together the background and series of events of the girl who would become a great figure in the Western Universe in the future.

Denisha was an orphan, her mother once the village beauty, courted by many, but later she fell for an adventurer passing through the village, getting pregnant with Denisha out of wedlock.

In this era, premarital pregnancy was no small matter, especially since the adventurer who promised to return never came back, subsequently revealing the malicious nature of human hearts.

The villagers who once fawned over her mother now enjoyed tormenting her; when combined with the jealousy of other women for her beauty, mother and daughter were virtually ostracized by the entire village.

As for why uncles and aunts or grandparents didn't help...

Emmm, girls in those days had virtually no rights to speak of, hard as it might sound, they were raised to be sold, and her grandparents had plans to marry her mother off to the village blacksmith or butcher, as they were the wealthiest.

But her mother's affair with the passing adventurer caused the deal to fall through.

However, it wasn't completely ruined because back then fidelity wasn't valued as much; if a woman was attractive enough, even a widow with a child could find suitors.

Therefore, the persecution of the mother and daughter by their former family was undoubtedly the harshest, as they earnestly plotted every day to sell the two for money.

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