"Wow, Sister, you’re so handso."
"Little Fairy, really cool."
"Miss, this is exactly how a Dragon Witch should look."
When the red and black Magic Power storm blocking their view finally dispersed, The Witches could clearly see Dorothy’s brand-new look at the storm’s center, which imdiately caught their attention.
Well, what an extraordinary Ard Witch.
Actually, there’s nothing too unique about the Fafnir-transford Battle Robe. On the contrary, the style is rather simple and unadorned.
On the inside is a blood-red Magic Robe, and on the outside is jet-black Battle Armor. Layer upon layer of black skirts cover the vibrant red robe, creating a striking red and black color sche without too much extraneous flair. At most, the shoulder armor bears so Great Dragon patterns, which aren’t ostentatious, rely hinting at Fafnir’s identity as a Great Dragon or Dorothy as the Dragon Witch.
Sotis, it’s not just people who rely on clothing; even the best clothes need a model to complent them.
If this already plain Battle Robe were worn by an ordinary witch, it would be standard cannon fodder, but on the Hobody Witch, it transforms into at least a 20 Divine Artifact, possessing a Returning to Simplicity and understated beauty.
Dragon Witch’s already towering physique drapes the Battle Robe without needing any movent; just standing there evokes an aura of authority and calm. Not to ntion, she’s one of the rare few Martial Gods, whose mastery of Martial Arts has perated her bones. Usually wearing the student’s Magic Robe, there’s a scholarly air that balances it, but with the Battle Armor, there’s no hiding her inner and outer valor.
It’s the kind of handsoness that anyone who sees it would find captivating.
There’s no denying that Dorothy fits wearing the Battle Robe so perfectly; rather, it’s as if she was born to wear it, becoming an Ard Witch to achieve greatness on the battlefield.
"Does it really fit?"
Upon hearing such praise from her sisters, Dorothy looked down at her own Battle Robe, and then waved her hand to summon an Ice Mirror.
Upon seeing her reflection in the mirror, she also widened her eyes, exclaiming inwardly: Truly worthy of being her, incredibly cool.
The Ard Witch in the mirror has her black hair casually draped over her shoulders, resembling a natural cloak. The two branched Dragon Horns growing through her waterfall-like hair have a crown-like majesty.
Her face bears an iron mask covering the lower half, effectively reducing the Charm of the Face of God, yet the exposed upper half is already striking enough to amaze the world.
Originally alluring peach blossom eyes have beco sharp and fierce with those sword-like eyebrows, making her striking and heroic.
Alright, though this usually cold witch is slightly ruining her aura by being stunned by her own beauty, gaping with wide eyes.
Nonetheless, as long as she doesn’t speak, this appearance is enough to overawe anyone, perfectly embodying the deanor of a master.
The design of Fafnir’s Battle Robe was specially crafted by Dorothy. The choice of such a simple look stems from the Hobody Witch’s understanding that in a real battlefield, the stranger one’s attire, the faster one usually ets their end.
Red and black are the most common color combinations on the battlefield; blood-red and ash-black are classic colors representing blood and fire, blending into the battlefield inconspicuously.
However, amidst all this, there’s no escaping that innate beauty, hard to ignore, and she didn’t expect that such a simple Battle Robe would still be worn with an undeniable protagonist-like splendor.
Honestly, this isn’t ideal, easily making her a target for enemy focus.
Luckily, she’s not a true Ard Witch and doesn’t need to go to the battlefield, so it’s not a big issue. At least wearing this to a banquet is passable.
"Hmm, it’s okay. But wearing this to the banquet shouldn’t be too abrupt, right?"
Dorothy nodded, dismissed the Ice Mirror, then looked at a few sisters in front of her, worriedly asking.
It’s like the classic joke from a previous life; the mother tells the brother to wear his best clothes to attend the sister’s wedding, and the brother wears armor that day, as it’s his most expensive and finest clothing.
This rare second-generation Armored Beast, Fafnir, is undoubtedly the Hobody Witch’s best clothing, and this Juvenile Dragon is worth countless tis more than her entire assets, a true rare treasure.
The only question is whether the Battle Robe is suitable for the banquet.
If this were in a previous life, Dorothy doing this would beco the newest joke material. But in the Witch World, it seems not to be a problem; after all, witches are warrior races, and the Battle Robe is the best formal attire.
Though Dorothy hasn’t attended many banquets, she’s seen nurous banquet videos shared by others on the Magic Network, often showing witches fully ard in Battle Robes attending banquets.
But the Magic Network is still the Magic Network, and she’s not entirely sure if this can be done in reality, so it’s better to confirm with these sisters who have more banquet experience.
If it truly isn’t appropriate, she could only change into Ruthfiel’s spare formal dress.
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