A Daily Lottery Turned Me into a Witch

Transported to a Western fantasy world, I became a noble with garbage-tier aptitude. Although I awakened a talent that lets me draw a lottery every day, most of the stuff I pulled was pure junk. He...

Chapter 512 It Has to Be Me (1/2)

As the breeze blew, the swaying leaves of the star tree seemed to scatter tiny starlight onto the exquisite and gorgeous flower garden below.

Hecate was wearing a simple long dress woven from flowing starlight and sitting beside an iron tea table with delicate patterns.

Sitting opposite her was an elf girl who looked no more than twenty years old, with pointed ears and long light golden hair - Ivan Anxia.

Ivan was Hecate's teacher, so when she saw Hecate appear in front of her, her first feeling was surprise, and her second feeling was anger.

"Hecate..." Teacher Yiwen's voice was a little tense, and then he said with suppressed anger: "You shouldn't face these things alone. I am your teacher. Before making such a choice, can you tell me?"

Hecate smiled, stood up, and hugged Teacher Yiwen. "Sorry, Teacher Yiwen."

"However, I did this only because I was sure. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would worry."

At this time, Puli came over.

The joy on her face disappeared a lot, and she was angry: "You actually think we can't help you, so you didn't tell us? Hecate, who do you think I am?"

Yiwen looked at the person who came and shook her head: "Hecate, there are many angry people, I am just one of them, you should appease the others first."

Hecate looked back awkwardly, then looked at Priya cautiously and said, "Priya..."

"Don't call me!" Priya said angrily, her eyes instantly turned red, and then her voice suddenly rose: "I have already informed Betty and Natasha, you'd better come up with a reason that can satisfy us, otherwise you're dead, Hecate!"

Hecate: “….”

Before she could think of a suitable reason, Betty and Natasha teleported in front of her. She didn't even have three seconds to think of a reason.

Natasha rushed over in an instant, hugged Hecate and cried, "I miss you so much, Hecate! Woo woo..."

Betty had a calm face. She said, "You just left like this? Alone? To be the savior? And made such a grand wish... Great Witch of Hope, you hid it from me! To be the savior alone..."

"Have you ever thought about me? Have you ever thought about us? Have you ever thought about how those of us who were left behind by you will face a world that you saved but lost you forever after you disappeared?"

"Don't you think you're selfish, Hecate?"

The garden was silent, with only the rustle of the leaves of the pistachio tree in the breeze and the sound of Natasha's suppressed sobs.

Hecate's expression dimmed.

At this point, nothing she said could make up for the damage she had caused them. She could only reach out her hand and release a warm golden halo, which gently brushed over Betty's violently trembling shoulders, as well as the other people present.

The halo carries a warmth that soothes the soul, but also conveys an unspeakable heaviness.

"Betty, Pri, Natasha, Teacher Ivan..." Hecate's voice was soft, but it was clearly heard in everyone's hearts.

"I know it's selfish to hide it from you. But that can only be done by me alone. That's the fate of the Star Witch. I grew up so fast because of the continuous support from those people behind me, so I had to do it."

Betty trembled and asked, "It has to be you?"