Yvette had no idea that she had unknowingly transformed from the evil god known as the Witch of Endings into the benevolent Silver Witch.

But even had she known, it wouldn’t have mattered much; after all, she had no ties to the Radiant Continent and wouldn’t venture there until she possessed the power to defend herself against true gods. So, regardless of how famous she became, it didn’t hold much significance.

What was more pressing for her was the situation regarding her only student.

While she was uncertain how long the identity of the “strongest human” could last, the fact that Rosalyn had secluded herself for four to five decades, along with Ice Rain’s earlier mention of having “possibly seen her at the Sanctuary thirty years ago,” could indeed fit together.

Thinking this through, Yvette decided to check the timelines on both sides. She asked, “When did the First Human-Demon War begin?”

“Uh… I hate history class and don’t remember very clearly, but I think it started around five hundred years ago?” Dugrabi responded uncertainly.

Yvette nodded slightly. When she had spoken with her student about the information on the Radiant Continent two hundred years ago, the answer given had been three hundred years, corresponding to the time of the Demon King’s birth in the Abyssal Continent.

Now that two hundred years had passed, the answer of five hundred years aligned perfectly. Thus, it could be concluded that the time flow was the same on both sides, and Rosalyn had indeed used her seclusion as an excuse to secretly return to the End of Days.

But…

Why hadn’t she returned to the island?

Had she lost her way, encountered danger, or faced some other undeniable force?

Yvette pondered for a moment but didn’t feel particularly anxious. After all, in a high-magic environment like the Radiant Continent, where true gods existed, Rosalyn, as the strongest human, likely possessed levels of power far beyond her own. Even if there were real troubles, she might not be able to intervene.

Furthermore, if it wasn’t about life or death, whatever the reason was for Rosalyn not returning, there must be a solid justification behind it. Before leaving, Yvette had already prepared a letter for her, so for now, she would focus on her own travels.

…

While Yvette was deep in thought, engine roars soon broke her concentration. Turning her head, she saw Ice Rain had returned on her motorcycle, a runic handgun in hand, shouting, “Kind-hearted lady! I’m here to help you!”

“No need; it’s not going to harm anyone anymore.”

“What?” Ice Rain was surprised. “How did you manage that?”

“A bit of communication skill.”

“Communication? Can aberrations communicate?”

“No, it’s not an aberration; it just looks a bit like one.”

“Then what is it?”

“A kind of… trainable wild creature… very intelligent.”

With that, Yvette glanced over at the bewildered Dugrabi and said in the Lumina language, “Since you provided me with some valuable information, I won’t harm you, but I also hope you’ll be a bit self-aware and not force me to make you cooperate.”

“… Whatever you say it is.” Dugrabi, despite feeling resentment towards the alchemical construct that had shot him while he slept, simply lowered his head in submission; after all, the witch had his back.

He also decided that he would need to work hard to reverse any negative impressions he had made in Yvette’s eyes, looking for an opportunity to find out if she might give him a chance.

He aspired to be a legendary mage—no, a legendary Dragon King!

“Look,” Yvette turned to Ice Rain.

“How impressive…” Ice Rain said, awed. Though she didn’t understand what the two were saying in their dialect, the dragon bowing down, its exhibiting stance of submission, was unmistakably clear.

She couldn’t help but steal a few glances at the black dragon, only to receive a glare from Dugrabi, causing her to retract her neck in fear. She then glanced at the calm Yvette, stunned.

Last time she had interacted with her, she had sensed there was something mysterious about this kind-hearted lady. But she had only experienced it through her anthropomorphized behavior. Now, upon this new encounter, she realized just how remarkable Yvette was, having even tamed such a fierce and terrifying creature. This was nearly on par with the beast taming skills of the highest-ranking beings!

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How terrifying!

…

Without lingering in the snowy forest any longer, Yvette led Dugrabi toward the RV while Ice Rain pushed her motorcycle alongside. The way she regarded the odd dragon made Dugrabi extremely uncomfortable, forcing him to keep his mouth shut to avoid unleashing dragon breath in annoyance.

Yvette did not intend to let Dugrabi leave just yet; she hoped to inquire further about the legendary mage through the black dragon.

However, she was unprepared for Dugrabi’s eagerness to accompany her, as the dragon brought it up before she could even say anything.

Naturally, she took advantage of the situation to explore his motivations—perhaps it was the familiarity from speaking the Lumina language that made him feel comfortable, or perhaps he admired her strength?

It could be both, but why was he so proactive? Did she appear to be that trustworthy? Yvette found it hard to understand.

“Kind-hearted lady, where are you planning to head next?” As they reached the RV on the edge of the snowy forest, about to enter the driver’s seat, Ice Rain asked.

Fearing she might be dismissed, she emphasized again, “I’m just asking casually! I have my own destination! I’m going to the ruins city of Kuxes!”

“I’m going to Kuxes as well.” Yvette glanced at her and replied leisurely.

In the dream, she had specifically stored a detailed world map in her ring for post-journey plans, so theoretically, she would be able to cover all the city ruins in the Black Tide continent without any omissions.

This was partly driven by her need to consume; after all, there were more aberrations hidden within cities compared to the wild. It was also easier to encounter nests or high-tier aberrations. Cleaning out the city’s aberrations would guarantee stable growth of her aberrant magical energy.

On a secondary note, Kuxes had been a famous tourist city in the New Eden United States with beautiful northern scenery and endless snowfields, providing a substantial personal motivation for her as a traveler.

“Eh?” Ice Rain blinked, then fell silent for three seconds before suddenly turning her face away and huffing, “Well, you must prefer traveling alone, huh? Never mind, I won’t disturb your training; you take the direct route, and I’ll take a detour.”

Yvette was surprised; this was the first time she had seen the mechanical automaton act aloof, leaving her unable to discern whether it was genuine or an act. In any case, the robot’s expressions were far more vivid than hers, almost enviably so. She shook her head and said, “This time, I can travel with you.”

“Eh? Why?”

“Because… I can’t go on my own right now.” Yvette glanced at the black dragon beside her.

The greatest advantage of traveling alone was having the freedom to consume any aberrations encountered on the road, but with Dugrabi the black dragon following, she couldn’t risk exposing her intentions. Thus, any of her consuming actions would have to take place secretly during the night, so she didn’t mind having an extra companion in the mechanical automaton.

“True, with this fierce fellow around,” Ice Rain nodded thoughtfully.

“?” Dugrabi didn’t grasp the conversation, but his instincts were surprisingly sharp. He immediately asked, “Witch Lady, is that nasty woman saying bad things about me? Can I attack her?”

“No, she said you look handsome.” Yvette replied dismissively.

Dugrabi raised an eyebrow in surprise. “I would never have guessed she possesses such a precious quality as honesty…”

Oh, I didn’t expect you to be so shameless… Yvette thought to herself.

…

Meanwhile, in Agash, the mechanical town.

After the two distant travelers left, the tranquility of the mechanical town lasted for less than two days before it was once again disrupted.

This time, it was caused by an archaeological enthusiast named “Film.” He initially intended to explore the ruins in the suburban outskirts, hoping to find anything he might have missed, but after searching for hours without a single discovery, he didn’t encounter any aberrations at all.

This eerie silence and safety were unusual; although mechanical automatons weren’t on the aberrations’ menu, that didn’t prevent them from popping out to surprise unsuspecting individuals. Plus, given that Film himself was a survivor from three months ago’s incident, he quickly realized something was off and returned to the mechanical town, bringing along his old buddy, Gunslinger.

With a skilled fighter leading the way, Film felt emboldened and, together with his companion, decided to conduct a deeper exploration. However, as they traveled further inward, they still faced no dangers, pushing them to delve even deeper…

Eventually, they stumbled upon a sight that would haunt them for the rest of their lives—countless withered corpses littered the central area of Agash, reminiscent of a recently concluded slaughterhouse. The pungent stench of decay mingled with the ferocity of the early winter winds, whipping across the surfaces of buildings now frozen into dark brown clumps. The horrifying scene was reminiscent of Hell itself.

This naturally dealt a tremendous psychological blow to the two mechanical automatons, sending them fleeing in terror as they promptly reported back to the elder.

With experience under his belt, upon witnessing their reaction, the elder grew curious. Even if he reported to the god, the likely response would be “to investigate it ourselves.” Thus, the elder organized a large party to venture in, aiming to see firsthand the reality contrasted with the retelling.

Then…

The entire exploration team of over ten members all rolled back in a panic, and the elder himself was utterly shocked. He immediately contacted the Shrine headquarters—the headquarters, as the executor of divine intent, could also handle related matters—and demanded they send personnel to investigate. If they didn’t, he would continue harassing them with phone calls until they complied!

This time, there would be no cutting corners!