Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 667: The True Identity of the Witch Queen

The Savior’s return was a terrifying prospect for Roel, a scenario he was entirely determined to circumvent through strategic planning and personal calculation.

Nevertheless, fate intervened, and it unfolded precisely as he had dreaded.

Chaos ensued the moment the Savior regained His consciousness. With Sia’s Scepter now in His possession, Roel’s ultimate contingency plan was rendered impossible. This left him with only one recourse.

The fact that the Savior still held Sia’s Scepter indicated that the immense mana within it had not yet been absorbed, implying He was not at His full strength.

While the odds of success were exceedingly remote, this represented the Savior’s most vulnerable state—humanity’s sole chance. If Roel could absorb the Six Calamities, as he had in the Witness State, there might be a sliver of hope, even if it courted certain death.

At that critical juncture, the Witch Queen made her appearance.

Roel experienced a jolt of surprise.

The Savior’s expression shifted, sensing an unfamiliar and potent aura. A subtle radiance emanated from Him as He narrowed His gaze, inquiring, “Who are you?”

“I am Witch Queen Artasia,” Artasia declared.

“A witch? How peculiar. I do not recognize you, nor have the Witches ever claimed a Sovereign. This is an obvious fabrication.”

“It is no fabrication. It is merely something You are not yet aware of.”

“What?” The Savior’s brow furrowed, displeasure evident as the luminescence surrounding Him intensified.

“It is perfectly natural that You do not know me, just as You remain oblivious to Your imminent downfall.”

“My impending defeat?” The Savior’s gaze swept over Artasia, then Grandar and Peytra, before He shook His head. “A commendable assembly, yet you face the wrong adversary. You stand no chance now that My sanity and My form are restored.”

“…” Roel’s countenance grew grim.

Defeating the Savior was indeed possible. Roel, Grandar, and Edavia had each succeeded once before, but those triumphs were contingent upon highly specific circumstances.

Grandar’s confrontation with the Savior millennia ago was bolstered by the might of the Giants, and crucially, the Savior had already succumbed to madness. These confluence of factors allowed Grandar to shatter the Savior’s physical form.

In the Witness State, the Six Calamities were at their zenith of power, with the Light Devourer having amassed mana across a colossal battlefield where innumerable races clashed. Roel achieved unparalleled might by merging his soul with them, enabling him to obliterate the Savior’s physical manifestation.

It was only after the Savior lost His body that Edavia managed to achieve His ultimate vanquishment. Without this precondition, she, despite being the Spiriteer Sovereign, would have been powerless to influence His soul.

Although the Savior had not yet reclaimed His full might, He was no longer afflicted by madness. Finding a means to destroy His physical body would be impossibly arduous, compounded by the fact that He would now be on guard.

Roel found himself utterly lost, unsure of where to even begin.

While his mind grappled with these dire possibilities, the inhabitants of the imperial capital finally registered the radiant figure descending from the heavens. Alicia, who had absorbed the memories of the Mother Goddess, recognized the Savior with a start of alarm.

“Lord Brother!” Alicia immediately propelled herself to Roel’s side.

Nora, Charlotte, Wilhelmina, and Lilian swiftly followed, their arrival intensifying Roel’s apprehension.

The Savior raised His eyebrows, commenting, “Insignificant, yet bold. Such dauntless courage is rare, though none amongst you warrant My attention.”

With a gentle gesture towards Sia’s Scepter, the Savior unleashed a blinding surge of light that enveloped both Him and Roel. Simultaneously, a wave of intense heat radiated outward, compelling Alicia and the others to erect their defenses.

In a single, effortless maneuver, the Savior neutralized five Origin Level 1 transcendents. The sheer magnitude of the power gap was profoundly intimidating, the very source of the Savior’s unshakeable confidence.

Surprisingly, Artasia remained unfazed by their predicament. Her crimson eyes betrayed no trace of fear; instead, a subtle sense of fulfillment flickered within them, as though a long-awaited conclusion had finally arrived.

“It required a millennium of meticulous preparation for you to escape the Black Moon’s judgment. This seems to have filled you with undue confidence, Sun Incarnation,” Artasia stated.

“Your knowledge is extensive. A thousand years of planning have indeed culminated in events unfolding precisely as I envisioned. Now, the final act commences.”

An overwhelming aura of light enveloped the Savior. Potent shockwaves emanated from His being, exerting immense pressure upon the imperial capital, threatening to fracture the very bones of its inhabitants. He was invoking the exclusive dominion of His Divine Domain.

The instant His spell was cast, nearly every soul within the imperial capital became frozen. Both humans and the Fallen lost their liberty at that moment. Even Alicia and her companions found themselves immobilized.

However, Roel remained unaffected by the temporal stasis.

The power wielded by the Savior proved ineffective against the Witch Queen’s ability. His attempts to manipulate Roel’s time were thwarted by Artasia’s Cogs of Time!

Roel’s eyes widened in sheer amazement.

“Impossible! How can you possibly control time?” the Savior demanded, his voice laced with disbelief.

“That is also my ability,” Artasia stated calmly.

Artasia then unleashed a brilliant flash of light directly before the Savior’s astonished gaze.

Sia’s Scepter began to vibrate in response. As if compelled, the immense mana it contained broke free from the Savior’s grasp and surged towards Artasia and Lilian.

“No!” the Savior cried out in utter horror.

Realizing that Artasia was drawing out the power within Sia’s Scepter, the Savior desperately clung to His might, attempting to retain as much as possible for Himself. Yet, He only managed to hold onto a mere tenth of it.

Unable to grasp the unfolding events, He stared at Artasia in profound shock. “This is impossible! How are you able to siphon my powers… Who exactly are you?!”

“Allow me to reintroduce myself, then,” the Witch Queen responded with a sneer. She stood with regal dignity as immense power radiated from her. “I am Artasia Ascart, the Witch Queen, and the sovereign of the Unified Human Empire, Saint Tanar. I am one of the Twin Child Gods destined to siphon your powers in the future. And lastly, I am the daughter of humankind’s final saint whom you murdered, Roel Ascart, and Lilian Ackermann.”

“!” The Savior’s countenance contorted into a ghastly expression. He finally comprehended why Artasia had gained the recognition of Sia’s Scepter.

Carolyn and Charles had concluded that a child conceived by the Ascarts and the Ackermanns would possess the highest qualification to inherit the Scepter’s power, hence their designation of them as Child Gods in their ultimate strategy.

Even the Savior residing within Lukas’s body was outmatched, especially when confronting two individuals. The Savior could only watch helplessly as the Scepter glowed intensely.

Meanwhile, Roel’s gaze remained fixed on the Witch Queen, his mind rapidly piecing together the long-held doubts that had plagued him.

…

Witch Queen Artasia was the third ancient deity Roel had formed a contract with. Unlike Grandar and Peytra, her existence had been shrouded in enigma from the very beginning.

Initially, Roel had considered the title ‘Witch Queen’ to be an oxymoron. His understanding of witches from his readings depicted them as eccentric individuals who lived solitary lives, preferring independence over communal living. It seemed improbable for a Sovereign to emerge from such a lineage.

Artasia’s particular fixation on Lilian also piqued his curiosity.

Furthermore, Artasia's origins remained completely unknown.

Grandar was the last Giant Sovereign of the ancient era, credited with defeating the Savior. Peytra was the very first Primordial Earth Goddess and the Saint Beast Sovereign, whose lineage could be traced back to the dawn of creation in Edavia.

Only Artasia’s past remained a mystery.

Every visit to her domain left him pondering the history of her magnificent palace. Surely, a civilization capable of constructing such a grand city must have left an indelible mark on history. Today, the pieces finally clicked into place.

The designation ‘Witch Queen’ did not signify a Witch Sovereign but rather a witch who reigned over all of humanity. The splendid palace she inhabited had vanished from historical records because it belonged to the future Unified Human Empire, Saint Tanar.

Her inability to speak of herself was due to the fact that all her actions would inevitably influence the future.

Most significantly, however, she was his daughter, a child of him and Lilian. This revelation explained a great deal. Her obsession with Lilian stemmed from Lilian being her mother. Reflecting further, Artasia had never addressed him by his name, always opting for ‘my hero’.

He had initially attributed this endearing term to her eccentric witch nature, but it likely served as a veiled reference to how she would have addressed him, and a subtle hint about his ultimate destiny.

Artasia had described him as ‘humankind’s final saint whom the Savior killed’. This was his foreseen end in the future she had experienced. Roel harbored a suspicion that this might indeed be his fate, stemming from a dream where he wandered through deserted streets with a young girl.

Though that little girl remained silent in the dream, her behavior and evident affection towards Roel suggested she was no ordinary child. Roel had a strong inkling of his predetermined end from that encounter.

It was a strange twist of fate that the source of his power originated from defying destiny itself. Despite knowing that his confrontation with the Savior would most likely result in his demise, he refused to abandon his convictions. As long as a sliver of hope persisted, he would continue to fight.

To his surprise, the twins he had with Lilian had finalized their grand design by pilfering the power within Sia’s Scepter, ascending to become the Twin Child Gods. They vanquished the Savior and even employed their temporal abilities to make alterations to the past.

Such an act should have been impossible. For beings destined to exist in the future to manifest in the past presented a paradox of time. Yet, Artasia managed to accomplish this very feat due to her unique ability—Contradiction.

No paradox in existence could impose limits on Artasia.

The greatest hurdle in temporal sorcery was the paradox of time itself. The sole method to surmount this contradiction involved extricating oneself from the very flow of time.

This profound realization caused Roel’s golden irises to gleam.

Concurrently, Artasia’s mana intensified. The sun and moon abruptly lost their radiance, causing the celestial bodies in the night sky to shine with unparalleled brilliance. The Cogs of Time materialized behind her, transforming into a cosmic law that merged with the fabric of the world.

The Witch Queen unleashed the pent-up fury and resentment of countless ages. A resplendent luminescence once again enveloped the world, swiftly overpowering the Savior’s own spell.

Meanwhile, Lilian Ackermann, the only other individual capable of movement within this stilled reality, narrowed her gaze.

“That power is…”

“Mother, I am grateful you brought me to this point. I shall now proceed to Big Sister’s side.”

“Ah?”

Recognizing the familiar voice, Lilian glanced down at her pregnant belly. A luminous stream detached itself from her form and soared towards Roel’s location. En route, the stream coalesced into the shape of a young girl.

She was the same child Roel had glimpsed in his dreams, though here she appeared in a more mature guise. Her features bore a striking resemblance to Artasia’s, yet subtle traces of Roel and Lilian were also discernible.

The moment she materialized beside the Witch Queen, Sia’s Scepter vibrated violently, channeling an even greater torrent of mana towards the pair.

Roel received the Savior’s power through his innate ability, experiencing a rapid growth in strength. A sacred, white light emanated from him as he felt an unprecedented surge of mana coursing through his being.

“You heretics! How dare you abscond with My power?” the Savior bellowed.

“You are the thief here. This is the very power Sia designated for the Kingmaker,” Roel retorted, his golden eyes aflame.

As Artasia and the young girl rapidly depleted the mana within Sia’s Scepter, the Savior was compelled to take drastic measures. “Do you truly believe you can overcome Me with such means? You fools, that is but a fraction of My strength. I possess other methods to deal with you.”

A tremendous surge of mana erupted from the Savior’s form, and the sun on the horizon began its ascent once more, bathing the world in light. The Savior then uttered a spell seldom invoked, “Divine Domain.”

Instantly, the world was consumed by an overwhelming brilliance.

Artasia and the young girl wore expressions of grim resignation before being swallowed by the light. Roel, too, was swept into its embrace, and before he could comprehend it, he found himself spiraling into a bottomless, obsidian abyss.

…

Within the suffocating darkness, innumerable visions flickered before Roel’s eyes.

The ravaged human empire, civilizations consumed by the Six Calamities, the Tripartite Alliance, and countless other scenes, some utterly alien to him…

He felt as though he were on the verge of being absorbed into one of these fragmented realities.

Something seemed to grasp at his very essence, attempting to rend him asunder, but shielded by the Crown Origin Attribute and the holy white light, he endured the ordeal. When his eyes finally fluttered open once more, the entire landscape had transformed.

The imperial capital had vanished without a trace. His companions were nowhere to be found. He stood utterly alone in a void of profound blackness. The surrounding darkness swirled into the unknown, and myriad scenes danced before his vision.

Roel instantly grasped his current predicament.

This abyssal expanse was none other than the Savior’s Divine Domain, a realm over which His dominion was time itself.

Much like how living beings employed the cycles of day and night to mark the passage of time, the Savior’s Divine Domain granted Him control over the past, and it was these visions of bygone eras Roel was now witnessing.

“Oh? You have not been erased. I confess, I am surprised. Is it perhaps because you absorbed My powers?”

A voice he recognized drew Roel’s gaze upward. There stood the Savior, a smile gracing His lips, grasping a now-darkened Sia’s Scepter.

The power that once resided within Sia’s Scepter no longer belonged to the Savior, resulting in a palpable weakening of His presence. Nevertheless, His unshakeable confidence remained, amplified by the activation of His Divine Domain, and He regarded Roel with utter disdain.

“This is My Divine Domain, the Dayless Domain. It is a temporal vortex that descends into the past. Those two future entities who dared meddle with history have already been obliterated, and you shall be their successor.”

“…”

Roel’s mind raced furiously upon hearing the Savior’s pronouncement, while the latter observed him with pronounced curiosity.

“Roel Ascart, you are indeed an anomaly. Even your progeny astonishes Me. However, none of you can match My might. Your destiny was sealed the very moment you chose to defy Me… Nevertheless, I am willing to extend an offer.”

“And what might that be?” Roel inquired impassively.

“Your very presence here might be a divine calling. Kneel and surrender to Me,” the Savior declared, his imposing aura radiating the authority of an emperor. “While I could easily end your life, such an act would be a regrettable waste. The same applies to those two young ladies. Your only path to survival is to become My servants.”

“You expect us to become your mere lapdogs?”

“Precisely. What other recourse do you possess?” The Savior scoffed, shaking his head in contempt. “Humans, Elves, Dragons, even the gods themselves—all races are subject to My will. They are but instruments for My dominion over this world. Yet, as soon as they accrue power, they dare to rebel against their master. Little do they comprehend the futility of their struggles. It has been foretold. Their actions are in defiance of the inevitable, a futile stand against destiny itself.”

“Destiny?”

“Indeed, destiny. The ceaseless, unstoppable current of fate. Much like how your lineage withered into nothingness after ages of subjugation. However, you now have an opportunity to alter this trajectory,” the Savior proclaimed, a hopeful smile gracing his lips. He was convinced Roel had no alternative.

Yet, Roel had already contemplated this very dilemma, and his response remained unchanged from his declaration in the Witness State. “I regret to inform you, but I refuse to serve the likes of you.”

As Roel's voice, calm yet resolute, resonated through the oppressive darkness, a sacred radiance enveloped his being. His golden irises burned with the unwavering defiance of his ancestors, who had resolutely refused to be extinguished by any adversity.

“Humans are not your lapdogs, nor are the other races your tools. They were born under Sia’s benevolent gaze, experiencing both joy and sorrow. They yearn for freedom, just as Sia intended for them. When any entity seeks to strip them of their liberty, they will heed Sia’s teachings and rise to defend it. We, the Kingmaker Clan, have never once bowed to fate!” Roel bellowed, his voice echoing powerfully.

The Savior’s expression contorted with rage. He fixed Roel with a venomous glare before erupting into laughter. “Oh? You refuse to bow to fate? Such eloquent words. But what power do you truly wield? No entity in existence can evade the relentless march of time. You may have endured thus far, but you will inevitably be ground into dust by the inexorable flow of time.”

“It is you who will be crushed, Savior.”

“What did you say?”

“Time does not merely flow; it also accumulates. My continued existence here is not solely a product of your power.”

Before the Savior’s astonished eyes, a transformative luminescence emanated from Roel’s form. It was mana imbued with the very essence of reality alteration—the key to reshaping destiny, the radiant dawn of a new era.

“Divine Domain!” Roel uttered, and the obsidian void was suddenly illuminated.