Otaku Witch

"Yay, the results are out,"

"Tsk, fifty-five percent chose to be human, and forty-five percent wanted to be dogs. There's a big issue with the Moon Rabbit Society. It seems they've knelt for so long they can no longer stand. But never mind, there's still hope for salvation."

Just as Ruthfiel was agonizing over her loss of Inspiration, on the other hand, the voting by the Moon Rabbits had also concluded. This made Dorothy reflect on the efficiency of the Moon Rabbits, but when she saw the results, she frowned slightly.

To be honest, she was quite dissatisfied with the outcome, as she couldn't understand why some, given the chance to be human, would instead choose to be dogs, and the ratio was so high, almost half.

But after thinking it over carefully, she did come to understand it a bit.

Well, it's probably similar to the thoughts of those otherworldly races who have completely submitted to the witches, those who shout every day that being dogs for the witches is their honor.

It's simply because their backbones had long been completely broken by the witches.

This situation is not uncommon in the Western Universe anyway, where the rule is survival of the fittest, the weak should become vassals of the strong, being at the mercy of the stronger ones is your honor, and the races of the Western Universe have long been accustomed to this rule.

Therefore, being a dog for the stronger ones isn't shameful at all, because except for the Four Great Calamity Races, that's how everyone else lives.

I am a dog of the Calamity Race, you are my dog, and my dog has other dogs, so let's just muddle through with dogs raising dogs.

After all, being alive is better than anything else, and wanting to stay alive is truly not embarrassing.

Thinking this way, it was truly fortunate for her to be born as a witch, and not one of those weaker races.

But this also seems to be a misfortune, for without experiencing others' hardships, one shouldn't urge others towards goodness. Her naive thoughts about making it easy for the Moon Rabbits to become human probably seem to them like "Why not eat meat paste?"

Oh well, no rush, let's take it step by step. After all, she had no intention of making all races of the Western Universe stand up and be human. That's a feat only a mighty hero could accomplish. She just wanted her own small domain to freely be human, a family living lovingly together—that's not so difficult and might take more time to slowly correct but is still feasible.

After all, a witch has complete autonomy over her own territory, and even the Witch King cannot meddle in the affairs of other Witch Lords' territories, so whoever dares to babble more, just feel free to beat them up, that's all.

She might at most be regarded by other witches as a foolish do-gooder, considered an oddity, but it won't lead to serious opposition.

Besides, Dorothy might not have much else, but she does have a promising future. She may not have great powers in the future, but protecting a small territory as a tranquil paradise or a secluded Avalon isn't too difficult.

Well, it shouldn't be difficult, right?

Dorothy scratched her head; she just had a flicker of inspiration, but it hadn't fully materialized, making her feel as if someone were laughing, which made her inexplicably nervous.

"It's just an illusion, definitely an illusion. Hmm, once the Moon Rabbit World is repaired, I'll have my own territory. Then I can comfortably stay at home, earn some money by selling jade, take building contracts occasionally to supplement the family income, and spend other times diligently farming and developing. I definitely won't stir up trouble. Such a wonderful life shouldn't be hard to achieve, right?"

The homebody witch patted her face, trying to calm herself down.

Yep, after this deal, I'll quietly go to school and let other matters wait until I graduate from the academy in 20 years.

On the other side, as the voting results were announced, the Moon Rabbits had also finally made up their minds.

Since everyone voted in the presence of all, through a mental network, there were no issues with fraud, so they rather calmly accepted the result, despite the majority being not much larger than the minority.

If it had been another race, there might have been those who would stir up trouble, but not the Moon Rabbits; they accepted the outcome very peacefully.

Of course, the main reason was that they saw their queen choose to vote as a human in the end, what more was there to say, following the queen settled everything.

Many Moon Rabbits who voted to become dogs just shrugged their shoulders, showing no dissatisfaction with the outcome.

Whatever the queen wanted to do, they just had to follow. It had always been like that, even if this new queen seemed a bit unreliable, but being unreliable was still better than not having a queen at all.

Just as the queen herself had said before, even though she was so unreliable, hadn't they nevertheless survived well in these apocalyptic times?

Well, in any case, just following the queen settled everything.

The Moon Rabbits were just like that, especially for the most common People of the Moon. Why bother thinking too much, thinking too much only added to one's troubles. Thinking was something for the higher-ups, they just needed to obey, just needed to work.

Sidwell looked at the choices her compatriots had made and smiled slightly.

Under the arrangements of the previous Queen Mother, she herself had climbed up from the ranks of the People of the Moon, so naturally, she understood the thoughts of her fellow lower-class compatriots.

But no matter, her words right now carried no proof and naturally it was difficult to convince her compatriots, but as the queen had said, time would prove everything, the future would establish all. As long as these numb compatriots truly saw the change when the time came, they would naturally understand.

Although her own past life was nothing more than a scripted play, the effort and sweat within that script were not fake. Sidwell firmly believed that even if other things in this world could deceive, effort and sweat never would. As long as everyone pushed forward on the right path together, miracles would surely happen.

And now the queen had already shown them a clear path, all she needed to do was to lead her people boldly forward.

So, she didn't waste time with further idle talk and started the first Moon Worship Ritual directly.

Just that...

"Miss, are you sure all your future worship rituals will be like this?"

Ruthfiel, having recovered from the dejection of a loss of Inspiration, watched the ongoing Moon Worship Ritual and couldn't help but twitch her lips as she confirmed. Experience exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

Although from a religious and theological perspective, the format of worship rituals didn't really matter as long as everyone participated together, whether it was the solemnity of kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times, or directly rocking out and dancing, these forms didn't matter; essentially, there was no difference.

Still, even so, she felt that this worship ceremony of the miss was somewhat preposterous.

"Isn't this also quite good?"

Dorothy didn't think so, she dashed into the crowd and pulled out an Engineering Hammer from her side.

"Big hammer eighty, small hammer forty, may Lord Moon God bless us to hammer out a future."

The homebody witch, completely disguised as a Moon Rabbit, shouted with great enthusiasm.

Now that she had taken the lead, other Moon Rabbits in the square, originally twitching their lips at their own hammers, started raising their hammers high and yelling similarly.

Damn, what strange prayer is this, also no wonder they told us to bring a hammer, was it supposed to be for praying?

Forget it, if the queen has shouted, just follow and shout as well.

...Moon Rabbit prayers in progress...