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Dorothy was also feeling somewhat weary. Whom had she offended? She had merely spoken her true feelings; who could have known the rabbit would react so violently.

Yet, realizing that if she didn't intervene, this rabbit might truly perish, the homebody witch sighed in resignation.

She rose from her seat and stepped out of the barrier that concealed her identity, revealing her embarrassingly plaited, country-girl appearance.

"How can you, a rabbit, so casually slander my purity? When have I ever toyed with your heart? You need to make your accusations clear," she demanded, somewhat angrily.

After all, who within the entire academy didn't know that Dorothy was an honest person? Playing with people's hearts was something completely unrelated to her; she could carry any other burden, but not this one.

The homebody witch signaled to her junior sister, instructing her to give the rabbit back its freedom to speak.

Meanwhile, Sidwell was shocked by the true appearance of this mysterious witch. Judging by the reaction of the other three witches, this one should have been their leader,

and from the brief exchange of blows just now, she had already gauged the formidable nature of those three; thus, naturally, as the leader, this mysterious witch should be the strongest.

But now...

Glancing at this angry, plaited-and-bucktoothed girl with long bangs and large black glasses, Miss Moon Rabbit felt the contrast was too great; this was not what she had expected.

And moreover, she seemed so weak.

Sensing that this earthy witch had only about thirty to forty thousand Mana of magic power, Sidwell was even more reluctant to believe this was true.

As a Silver Peak Race, just one step behind the Golden Calamity Race, the Moon Rabbit Race was certainly not weak.

If rated on a hundred-point scale, the Witch Clan's highest score could be 99.9, with an average race score around 65. The highest score of the Moon Rabbit Race might be around 89, with an average about 60.

Just from the scores, the gap between the two races wasn't so pronounced, and indeed, that was the reality.

After all, the Witch Clan was still too young; they were rapidly growing, and their overall strength had not yet reached a level commensurate with their status.

Consider that within the three great calamities consisting of the Great Dragon, Angels, and Demons, none had a higher score than the Witches, at 99, but their average race score was around 80, much higher than that of the Witches.

A high upper limit and a high lower limit—this is what a normal Golden Race should look like.

The current leading position of the Witches in the Calamities was solely thanks to the three Witch Kings who had forcefully pulled them up. The three were excessively powerful, overpowering even the kings of the other three great calamities by more than a head.

But the three kings moved too quickly, and their descendants could scarcely keep up. Otherwise, there wouldn't be the notion of the Four Great Catastrophes today, only the eternal rule of the Witches.

The Witch Kings might oppress the other calamities, but the Witch World truly couldn't swallow those three huge elephants; forcing it would only cause a bellyache.

The biggest problem for the Witch Clan now is that although their racial cap is high, their floor isn't as elevated.

Powerful witches are comparable to deities, but the weaker witches are merely at the normal level of the Silver Species, not necessarily capable of defeating those exceptional beings among the Exotics.

However, with the growth of the Witch World, this situation is improving. The newer generations of witches are stronger than the last, showcasing the rising lower limits of the Witch Race; the Witches' consecutive wars are meant for the next generation to start higher and go farther.

But all of this requires time, accumulated over long years.

While the Moon Rabbits may not have the high cap of the Witches, being an ancient race with a million-year history, the average quality of their members is really not low, ranking among the strongest in the Silver Species.

This was why Sidwell looked down on the Witches and even thought of regaining her dignity after a previous setback.

As an evolved species of the Moon Rabbit, the Moonlit Lionheart Rabbit family belongs to the royal Moon Rabbit Family, individuals who can touch the racial cap, like the Martial God Rabbit under the Dragon King, whose strength surpasses that of an average peak Witch.

As a fellow Moonlit Lionheart Rabbit, although Sidwell is still young and far from her peak, she is a match for a typical witch and unflinchingly faces even the talented witches among them. She wouldn't be weaker than her fellow peers until she reaches the racial cap.

So, now at 20 years old, with 280,000 Mana of Moon Magic Power, she truly felt that this earthy-looking witch in front of her was ridiculously weak.

She seemed to be around sixteen or seventeen, with just over 30,000 Mana—a level that wouldn't even meet the threshold of a Knight of the Moon in her clan, only fit to be one of the lowest-ranked People of the Moon. Could someone of this caliber really read my mind?

Sidwell thought to herself.

Hmm, she was starting to believe that this little witch was truly innocent.

Could all of this really just be a coincidence?

"Witch, was everything you said just now truly from the heart? Swear that you didn't read my mind," Miss Moon Rabbit asked with a furrowed brow.

Hearing this, Dorothy also felt incredibly innocent, let alone mind reading...

Well, she did have some understanding of that; her studies in the Mental Faction were not that bad.

This made the homebody witch feel slightly guilty, but all she could do was read the minds of those weaker than her, and with a lion residing in the heart of this Moonlit Lionheart Rabbit, she was certainly incapable of breaking through such mental defenses for now.

"Of course, it was all from the heart. Didn't we all sign the True Word Contract?"

Dorothy answered, mustering courage from her righteous position.

Sidwell: "..."

Oh dear...

Looking at the feeble witch opposite her, who indeed didn't seem like someone who would lie, Miss Moon Rabbit felt somewhat embarrassed.

Alas, her volatile temper got her into trouble again. Now what are we going to do.

But seriously, is this True Word Contract really so magical?

Sidwell had never really believed in that paper contract, but she had now decided to test its effectiveness.

"I really don't believe in fate."

Miss Moon Rabbit opened her mouth, wanting to say just that, however...

"The prophecy of Destiny's Lunar Trajectory is absolutely correct."

Sidwell heard herself say so.

emmmm...

Damn, I told you this True Word Contract was definitely flawed. There's no way that was my true feeling, impossible, absolutely impossible.

Miss Moon Rabbit clenched her lower lip, roaring angrily in her mind.

But as she roared on, she couldn't continue anymore.

After all, if she really didn't believe in that prophecy of the Queen Mother, how could she have come to this talent market today unconsciously?

She was just deceiving herself all this time, even if she tried to cover it up verbally, she couldn't deceive her own heart.

So...

"Witch, I'll ask you one more time, was what you said just now really your truest inner thoughts?"

Sidwell, realizing she couldn't deceive her own heart, confirmed this with the weak witch in front of her.

"Of course, that is the goal I will strive for all my life, no doubt about it."

Dorothy nodded without any pressure, saying so.

And watching this witch speak so naturally about such an unbelievable ideal for witches, Miss Moon Rabbit realized something.

Hmm, maybe the destined one the Queen Mother mentioned was this earthy weak witch in front of her, after all, this person is tough enough to deceive even herself.

Heh, a witch with such an ideal, who would believe that isn't a lie?

Yes, she should have realized this earlier, especially since the first thing this person said after signing the contract was that her beauty was unrivaled, another self-deception.

Fine then, so whether it's because of the Queen Mother's prophecy or out of her own self-respect, her choice was left to just one.

"Knight of the Moon, Sidwell, I pledge to you, from this moment on, you are the queen I shall protect at all costs."

The Moon Rabbit Knight finally bowed her head, resignedly making her pledge.

"Uh..."

Dorothy was caught off guard and was a bit slow to react.

What the heck, weren't we just discussing whether I was innocent? How did you suddenly switch to pledging loyalty? Who the hell asked for your loyalty? I can't afford to support your entire family.

"No, aren't you pledging your loyalty to the wrong person? I've told you, I'm broke; she's the rightful leader."

The poor homebody witch tried to shake off the burden, pointing at Senior Mia next to her and speaking to the rabbit.

"My queen, are you questioning the loyalty of the Moon Rabbit Race?"

The spurned Sidwell was also unhappy; she didn't despise this earthy weak master herself, so how dare this thing despise her.

But the Moon Rabbit Race does not serve two masters; that's a matter of principle.

"My queen, is this Golden Princess your companion? If so, I am willing to offer half of my loyalty."

Miss Moon Rabbit thought for a moment and said so.

Having said that, she looked expectantly at her weak, earthy little witch master. Given how those three powerful witches were protecting this master, their relationship must be extraordinary. Maybe despite being weak, she's actually a harem scoundrel. If the quality of her harem is really that high, then this deal wouldn't be bad for her.

"How could that be? She's just my senior, and although her looks and figure perfectly match my xp fantasy, I know her too well to make a move."

Dorothy refuted seriously.

And then...

Damn, what did I just say, this cursed True Word Contract.

The homebody witch woman was overwhelmed by her unintended revelation of her deepest desires, she stiffly turned her head, trying to do some damage control.

"Senior, listen to my explanation, I was just craving your body, really no other meaning, uh... I might as well die..."

The more she explained, the messier it got.

...Homebody witch heartbroken...