Otaku Witch

She had already planned to ask her priest father for a letter of recommendation after she came of age, then work her way up through the Church system, so she could absorb more Power of Faith and strive upwards.

Ah, the classic protagonist growth path. If she ever became the Pope, she would definitely establish a grand Crystal Palace.

Thinking of this, Miss Nun was filled with motivation, working tirelessly with all her strength. She even found time to expand her power in the village, using the knowledge of a transmigrator to fool all the villagers of this Medieval-level village into becoming her followers, creating a small Underground Cult.

In short, everything was going smoothly. If nothing unexpected happened, a genius like her would have a cheat-like life as if from a pleasant fantasy story.

However, that day, when a Witch Hunter squad of the Church passed through the village and saw her childhood sweetheart who, despite being a peasant girl, was somewhat too beautiful, everything changed.

The Shepherdess Sister was accused of being a witch, and the Witch Hunters even cruelly demanded that she personally burn her own sister at the stake.

Heh, these scumbags are just asking for death.

They clearly didn't know whose territory this village was. This was her stronghold that she had been cultivating for over a decade; apart from her priest father and the Shepherdess Sister, everyone else were her followers and minions.

Ridiculous, Witch Hunters, you really are like blind cats striking dead rats by chance; this village actually is an old home of the Wizards.

These bastards dared to lay hands on her sister; they're doomed. Not even the Glorious Deity descending personally could save them; this word she placed here.

However, as it was, this wretched village truly lacked any usable High-Level talent. Although her Underground Cult was very obedient, the combat power of these villagers, who could hardly read, was genuinely worrisome, and dealing with the fully armed Witch Hunter squad was indeed a bit difficult.

But no big deal, Miss Nun had already prepared the Fireproof Potion in advance and secretly mixed it into her sister's drinking water, so she wouldn't actually be burned to death later.

And she would also genuinely set the fire later to draw the attention of the Witch Hunter squad. When the flames of the Witch Tribunal rose high, it would definitely be when these twisted perverts were the least vigilant, and by then, they wouldn't expect those honest and numb villagers beside them to suddenly pull out dung forks for a righteous backstab.

Hmph, Witch Hunters? Taste the flavor of righteous dung forks; that was a centuries-old artifact with a Plague's Touch and poisoned with lethal toxins. It's not difficult to stab one Witch Hunter each.

However, plans are ideal. To avoid alerting the enemy, she even painfully refrained from telling her sister about her plan, but when she truly executed the plan, an accident happened.

The Magic Potion she prepared, "Unburned Body," could make one immune to fire damage but would still feel the scorching pain of the flames, yet it was the best potion she had on hand, given the village's absolute poverty and lack of resources to prepare better High-Level Magic Potions.

Moreover, she had prepared a Turtle Breath Potion, which would make her sister quickly lose consciousness and fall into a false death state, thereby reducing the pain to the greatest extent, just like anesthesia.

But when a confident Miss Nun really lit the flame, ready to carry out the plan, she was shocked to find her sister on the burning stake looking at her with full of sorrow, eyes that once overflowed with love for her now filled with unimaginable anguish.

That was the Heart's Wound of being betrayed by one's closest and dearest.

Damn, I was too confident this time, lit the fire too quickly and decisively, and forgot to perform an act of sorrow and reluctance, thus hurting my sister's heart; there will be long apologies afterward.

Miss Nun paused slightly, then regretted deeply in her heart.

What further puzzled her was that clearly it was time for the Turtle Breath Potion to take effect, yet her sister on the burning stake still hadn't closed her eyes. She just kept watching her decisively with deep sorrow.

The intense sorrow morphed into despair, despair bred hatred and madness, and ultimately, she completely darkened.

Miss Nun had no idea what happened; she only knew that a terrifying power erupted from her sister engulfed in flames, then swept across the field, causing countless flaming crosses to rise from the ground, turning the villagers and Witch Hunters alike into burning torches instantaneously.

Miss Nun herself almost became nun-grilled meat, but fortunately, father Adam suddenly exploded, saving her life.

She hadn't yet been surprised that her unremarkable father was indeed a top-notch expert when he suddenly coughed up blood and collapsed, seemingly due to some old ailment flaring up, and lost his Strength.

Then a Dragon Roar echoed, and a massive fat dragon crawled out from beneath their home church and grabbed her and her father, intending to take them away.

But a terrifying Magic Light Cannon attacked from behind; the Great Dragon only had time to shield the father and daughter beneath it, yet the next moment, the dreadful Magic Cannon slashed the dragon's throat like a sharp blade.

The massive Great Dragon's head was severed from its body.

Everything happened too fast, so fast that the once confident Miss Nun was only now realizing what had happened.

She watched her darkened sister, bathed in dragon blood, stepping toward her, and then she forced a bitter smile.

Is this the retribution for being too confident?

It's just a pity, reality doesn't give her much time to think, and her sister, now essentially possessed, obviously won't listen to her explanations.