Dorothy was trembling with anger and cold; she felt like she’d been flirted with by a bad woman, her emotions toyed with.
It was a sha she had felt a bit lancholy about Sophia’s departure before. For a family knight, the hardest thing is parting with family, but she wouldn’t stop the Pure White Witch from fulfilling her mission and dreams just because she couldn’t bear to part.
What’s that saying again?
Ah, there’s a kind of love called letting go.
But just as she had finally let go with pain, you throw this crap at ?
The hobody witch felt like all her previous sadness was fed to the dogs. She clenched her fists in tremor, despite the fact that the Witch’s Ho’s Constant Temperature Array System always maintained the most comfortable temperature inside the island. She still felt cold all over...
Forget it, she forgot the next words, anyway, bad woman, die.....
"Let’s take a bath first."
Dorothy turned her head away, not bothered to deal with the bad woman, and spoke to the silver-haired maid beside her.
"Okay, Family Head, I’ll prepare the bath products for you right away."
The perfect maid Zero, with a chanical heart of a doll, nodded in response.
Alright, Miss Zero still hasn’t learned human expressions. Her face, modeled after the hobody witch’s beauty and about 60-70% similar to Dorothy’s, still lacked emotion, but the chanical dog with a screen for a head by the maid’s leg managed to show an expression pack deftly.
"Welco ho, Family Head, fireworks popper.jpg"
Having said that, the perfectly elegant chanical maid left. Her steps were precise and graceful, with each stride and speed perfectly consistent. Even if you tested with a stopwatch and ruler, you wouldn’t find the slightest error. This was perfection almost impossible for humans to achieve.
"Hiss, Zero must have downloaded so random skill pack again."
Watching the chanical maid walk away like on a supermodel runway, Dorothy was a bit speechless.
But, oh well, after all, her swaying hips indeed looked quite pleasing.
Nice job, Zero, you get , keep it up.
The hobody witch silently gave her familiar a thumbs up in her heart and walked towards the nearby hot spring herself.
Ah, nothing beats soaking in a hot spring, zoning out in the pool after a few months of exhaustion.
As for a certain bad woman.....
Hmph, don’t know, didn’t see, don’t recognize.
Just.....
The naked hobody witch sat comfortably at the edge of the hot spring, with a small wooden tub floating in front of her. The tub contained a few snacks and a pot of fine liquor. She sipped now and then from her small cup, absolutely delighted.
anwhile, Zero, wearing only a bathrobe, was kneeled by the poolside, massaging her shoulders. The force of the chanical maid’s massage was neither too light nor too heavy, just right. Evidently, she had downloaded the craftsman skills of an old massage master.
"Young Lady, are you playing passive play? Although it’s indeed quite nice, if you go overboard, I might get upset, you know."
A witch suddenly erged from the hot spring. Her long, wet waist-length hair covered her face like a horror movie character. She spoke while hugging her chest and twisting shyly.
"Hehe...."
Dorothy couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh, then grabbed a drunken peanut as a snack and chewed forcefully.
Seeing that this had no effect, the black-haired witch sighed, lifted her hair, and revealed a delicate, high-cold face beneath. She then shalessly moved closer to the hobody witch.
Even though Dorothy deliberately shifted to the side, the woman stuck like glue, refusing to let go.
Stick, you can stick, stick hard.
"I an, can’t you act normally? How can the sa person be so different?"
Annoyed beyond asure, Dorothy glared at the Fallen Angel.
If it were her housemate, the Pure White Witch would never do sothing so immodest; her face was thinner than Dorothy’s, and she’d never be so brazen.
"So, does the young lady really hate ?"
The pure black angel, however, pressed her body tightly against the hobody witch’s back. Dorothy could even feel the warm breath brushing against her ear.
Oh darn, she’s pissed, really pissed, fists clenched.
Mom said bad won are like this, toying with others. Watch land a punch on each bad woman.
But, would I really hate her?
Alright, naturally not. Even though Ruthfiel had a slightly malicious personality, she and Sophia were, after all, the sa person, two sides of the sa coin.
A family knight could never truly hate her family. Dorothy just wasn’t good at dealing with such bad won.
The hobody witch’s ears were burning red, but then she suddenly sprang up, jumping several feet high, and covered her ears, glaring at the laughing Fallen Angel like a cat with its fur standing on end.
"You’re a pervert, biting people?"
"Well, my young lady, do you want to bite back? I’m okay with that, anywhere is fine."
Ruthfiel, however, squared her shoulders boldly and said so.
Dorothy: "....."
Damn, truly, if one has no sha, one is invincible in the world.
"Pretty please, my young lady, forgive this once. I promise there won’t be a next ti."
And the Miss Fallen Angel blinked her eyes pitiably as she spoke, while also moving towards the hobody witch with a look that said if you don’t agree, I’m going to stick hard today.
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