"Goodbye? Battosai Da..."
As soon as the hobody witch spoke, the Butterfly Sisters beca anxious.
They had finally succeeded in achieving change and establishing a new Japan where everyone could live freely.
Moreover, the ntor and benefactor they thought had died had co back to life and appeared before them again.
Ah, these two wonderful things added together should have been as beautiful as a fairytale ending, so blissful that they couldn’t tell if it was reality or a dream.
But why, why did it turn out like this?
Butterfly Zhen looked at the benefactor on the high platform, wanting to speak and persuade them to stay, but when she was about to speak, she suddenly realized that she didn’t even know the benefactor’s na.
Since the cold-blooded swordsman was fake, then Battosai Tsukimi Kuro must be a fake na too, right?
Realizing this, Miss Doctor suddenly felt a bit dejected.
Although she still looked up to this benefactor and ntor who saved her life and guided her to a new path in life, she now realized that she knew far less about them than she had imagined.
She didn’t even know what to call the person; how could she have the nerve to ask them to stay?
"Oh, I almost forgot earlier, my na is Dorothy."
On stage, the hobody witch keenly noticed Miss Doctor’s dilemma and spoke up.
After all, her face had already been revealed, so there was no harm in revealing her na.
"Dorothy? God’s gift? It really suits the Lady’s na."
Butterfly Zhen thought in her heart.
As a native Japanese witch, and previously a rural doctor, her cultural knowledge wasn’t very high.
She was fine with Japanese, but the witch’s common language was sothing only Chinese Clan Witches learned in the past, and Butterfly Zhen naturally didn’t have the condition to learn it.
But now she was the City Lord of All Nations and the current manager of the new Japan, so she began to crazily catch up on her studies.
Fortunately, being already a smart witch focused on magic potion research, she learned fast. Although the witch’s common language wasn’t as fluent as her native tongue, everyday listening, speaking, reading, and writing weren’t a big problem, just a slight accent issue.
So, upon hearing the benefactor’s na, she imdiately combined it with the recently learned witch’s common language knowledge and realized the aning of the benefactor’s na.
She liked this na, just as the Lord ca to Japan and offered them redemption, it was like a gift from God.
"Lady Dorothy, can you not leave?"
Originally hiding behind Miss Doctor, Butterfly Ying suddenly bravely poked her head out and said.
Adults always think too much, so sotis they are not as pure or brave as children.
The little witch mustered her courage, looked expectantly at the benefactor on stage, and directly expressed the plea her sister had tried to voice but paused.
Unfortunately, the hobody witch on the main seat of the high platform shook her head rcilessly.
"Of course not."
Dorothy said.
But seeing the little witch about to cry after being rejected, she quickly added.
"Hey, don’t be like this, acting as if it’s so life-or-death separation, okay? For witches, distance isn’t really an issue."
This was true, after all, portals in the Witch World were everywhere, as long as they weren’t space-ti sensitive like she was and allergic to portals, visiting friends or relatives was convenient beyond asure.
Well, granted you can afford the frequent portal fees, of course.
Just like needing to buy a ticket or swipe a card for a bus, portals were the sa way.
Although short-distance portals were quite cheap like urban buses, long-distance teleportation could be quite costly; an ordinary witch could have her month’s pay burnt out just going on a few long-distance trips.
Ahem... forget it, these aren’t the focus, darn it, I’m actually calculating travel costs with the current atmosphere, truly a unique mindset, can’t deny I’m myself.
The hobody witch halted her wild thoughts and continued to console the disappointed little witch.
"Moreover, I’m going back to school, okay? For a student, academics are the priority. Ying, if you really miss , you can co to the academy to find later, anyways, your age’s just right for enrollnt."
Dorothy looked at the little witch and said.
Butterfly Ying was only twelve or thirteen years old, about the sa age as her younger siblings. At this age, little witches were ant to attend the Witch Academy, although previously Japan was too isolated. Once open afterward, little witches in Japan could report to the Witch Academy.
Of course, when the hobody witch spoke, she felt a bit guilty. After all, she was a first-year freshman at the Witch Academy and had attended classes for only over a month during the sester; she had skipped the rest of the ti—hardly a face to say academics should be prioritized.
But then again, it wasn’t entirely her fault; she felt Spider Teacher as the ntor should at least bear half the responsibility, because it wasn’t that students didn’t want to learn, it was just that the teacher’s class preparation speed was too lacking to keep up with the students’ learning pace.
Hopefully, Spider Teacher would sincerely reflect and prepare the owed elite courses, professional courses, and master courses.
Just, even if Spider Teacher did churn out all the upcoming courses, it seems there still wouldn’t be enough to last a few years of study, and Witch Academy’s twenty-year term.....
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