The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 135 - 110: Me, as a Judge of the Thousand-Year Fire? 4485_1

Chapter 135: Chapter 110: Me, as a Judge of the Thousand-Year Fire? 4485_1

After the fiery whirlpool sucked Ivita in, he found himself stepping into an orange world.

In this world, the flames felt as if they had been compressed into liquid, it almost seemed like he was immersed in an orange ocean, with some flames floating in mid-air within this orange sea.

"Where am I?" He looked around, trying to figure out where he was.

He noticed that the princess was not behind him, technically, he was supposed to be anchor in this world and she should always be with him.

Unless, this orange ocean somehow disconnected the mysterious linkage between himself and the Princess.

A cold and somewhat piercing voice came from behind him. "The Fire Giant contains a flame from the Thousand-Year Fire. Now that you’re inside the Fire Giant, consider this to be the peripheral world of the Thousand-Year Fire."

"These orange liquids are indeed flames that have been compressed."

’Flames can be compressed to a plasma state? It’s fast-reacting...’ Ivita turned and saw a woman dressed in a black witch’s robe and pointed hat standing behind him, looking at him coldly.

He had seen this woman before.

He had seen her in the mural on the dome of the Fire Sacrifice Square because this woman was one of the three witches of the East.

He didn’t expect to actually meet her in person.

Right, in order to protect the newborn Law, the three witches jumped into the Thousand-Year Fire.

But since he was now in the peripheral world within the Thousand-Year Fire, it wouldn’t be surprising to meet one of the three witches here.

"I am Ivita, greeting you." Ivita performed a gesture of formality. He didn’t know what this witch represented for the Thousand-Year Fire, but expressing friendliness and decorum always seemed to be the right choice.

You don’t slap a person who’s being nice, right?

He hoped she wouldn’t bring up the matter of him stealing the fire.

"You can call me—Melissa. I greet you back, dear Ivita," One of the witches from the East said. Her gaze fixed on the conference ring on Ivita’s left thumb. "I do not agree with the selection of you as the Igniter."

"Although our choices are many, and not limited to you."

"Ivita, I apologize for my rudeness. My prejudice against you has nothing to do with your ancestors stealing fire. It’s more to do with the Druids giving us such a bad impression, they are just a group of maniacs who do human experiments everywhere."

"They... are too terrifying."

"And the Son of Forest is their masterpiece with the Ancient God. Their horrific actions are innumerable, they even created some beings through hybridization that poisoned the entire world..."

"But the Thousand-Year Fire still chose you and Gastrot, alas, it’s just that there isn’t enough talent, hence why we and the Druids ended up choosing you two."

"Alright, a hero doesn’t need to worry about his origins, maybe my prejudices are too ingrained."

With her hands crossed in front of her, left on top, at her waist, Melissa elegantly addressed him, "You don’t need to bother about what I say, because I’m not even a spokeperson for the Thousand-Year Fire. We are confined within the Thousand-Year Fire and most of the time, we cannot maintain consciousness."

"As a consequence of bearing this cost, our magic, the three sisters’, increases every day."

"We are the Law, and the Law is us, there are not many witches that have reached this level."

"The Thousand-Year Fire chose you; it’s not a grave responsibility. Even if you pass the test, you can choose to do, or not to do it. It’s just giving you a qualification. It’s all up to you."

Ivita nodded, "I understand. What should I do next, respected Melissa?"

So, that Gastrot actually had already been granted the qualification of an Igniter by the Thousand-Year Fire.

No wonder he stayed in Parviga for so long.

He didn’t tell him the full reason that day.

Well, to him, Gastrot was still half a stranger; there was no need for him to be completely honest.

Being a good person doesn’t mean you let your guard down.

Melissa pointed to a direction behind Ivita. "I am the interpreter of the Thousand-Year Fire."

"I convey the will of the Thousand-Year Fire."

"Now, the Thousand-Year Fire invites you to judge a member of the Fire Protection Family who has betrayed the flames."

"Your decision will determine the fate of this traitor."

From the direction pointed out by Melissa, appeared a young man who was nailed into a wooden frame by his hands and feet, with his tongue sticking out due to pain and has lost all sense of dignity.

He was bound with iron chains, the ends of the chains had hooks that were inserted into his flesh and bones, firmly binding him to the wooden frame.

The wooden frame with the tortured young man floated closer until it was right in front of Ivita.

Ivita looked questioningly at Melissa.

What kind of game was this?

"I thought his soul had already been incinerated by the flames," Ivita said, he was curious, didn’t this guy offer his soul to the Thousand-Year Fire earlier?

Melissa shook her head and said, "The Thousand-Year Fire is more complex than you think, because it is regional independent Law with many subordinate laws."

"No one can confidently say they completely understand the Thousand-Year Fire."

"Just now the Thousand-Year Fire burned his soul, but if you put firewood into a fire, does the fire turn the firewood into air?"