Chapter 1344: Chapter 746: Half-Siblings
Unless this incredible person descending from the heavens beca a Sage and established a lineage of Sages or sothing.
From this perspective, it seems like Mother Dragon doesn’t even need this title to prove her prowess. Even if she didn’t have this connection, with her absolute strength, invincible below Sages, and able to exchange blows with those above, she would eventually beco a Prince.
Well, royalty doesn’t define itself by bloodline, but bloodlines beco distinguished because of royalty. That’s pretty much the gist of it.
However, such a grand outlook is obviously not sothing everyone can have; the vast majority of ordinary witches take the lineage inheritance, especially the honor attached to it, very seriously.
Even for an extraordinary being like Mother Dragon, in the end, she couldn’t escape the pressure to marry and leave an heir for the family. That’s why she borrowed Adam’s seed to give birth to Dorothy, which has beco a duty and obligation.
This sort of thing is really annoying.
If you were a mortal, you could complain that there’s no throne waiting for you to inherit, but as a witch…..
Sigh, there really is a throne needing an heir, and it’s not even a throne anymore; it’s a divine position.
But on the other hand, so people’s perspective is really limited.
Yengade’s accomplishnts belong to Yengade, and Dorothy’s belong to Dorothy. Why can’t I have a distinguished na all my own in the future?
The hobody witch thought this.
While Dorothy was feeling a mixture of emotions, the lovely Miss Great Witch across from her nodded in agreent.
“No wonder you love eating so much. Descendants of the Dust World Dragon indeed need a voracious appetite to embody their strength.”
She nodded and comnted.
Then, she introduced herself.
“You can call Baalzebub, Baalzebub Astimos.”
Dorothy: “…..”
Hearing this na, the hobody witch was first stunned, then she caught on.
Oh my, with the distinguished na of Astimos, yet still having only a two-part na, it’s obvious. She’s soone equivalent to Yengade Nidhogg, aning she’s the daughter of the Devil King. This is the princess of a Demon Witch.
Whoa, indeed she’s a formidable figure.
But internally, she rely marveled at this before calmly picking up her fork and knife to continue eating.
Well, a few months ago, encountering a genuine princess might have shocked her, making her feel she t an incredible person.
But now…..
Well, so what? Just this?
The hobody witch’s heart was hardly stirred anymore.
After all, not long ago, she was dining with the Three Kings, and even now, she still has the Future Fourth King lounging atop her head.
So, just a re Demon Princess, it’s nothing to fret over. Besides, this isn’t even the first Demon Princess she’s t; she saw a Princess Wendigo in the Judicial Tribunal Inquisition Division before.
However, that Princess Wendigo was quite tall, unlike the petite and delicate Princess Baalzebub.
Dorothy thought this in her heart.
But her composed deanor made the Great Witch across from her feel a bit unsettled.
What’s this reaction?
Miss Baalzebub looked at the little Gluttonous Dragon before her, surprised. She found this little creature interesting, hence invited her to dine together, but usually, few people remain composed after hearing her na.
Still, it was quite interesting.
The Demon Princess thought this without really taking offense or feeling disrespected.
In fact, she kind of liked this feeling because previously respect towards her na rarely ca from the four characters of Baalzebub.
Having a Witch King as a mother is both an honor and a misfortune.
Sharing her glory but overshadowed by it, one cannot shine with their own light.
Thus, finding it almost impossible to escape her mother’s shadow in terms of power, Baalzebub left the Demon King’s Palace to co to Night City.
She wants to beco a great artist, to attempt transcending her mother’s shackles in the realm of art, as this was among her mother’s weakest abilities in her near-omniscient repertoire.
Unfortunately, it seems she inherited her mother’s shortcomings in the field of art, having yet to achieve any significant recognition in Night City through her own skills.
Sigh, her new book flopped again, it’s so annoying; do those people even know how to appreciate art? Clearly, her writing is so good, these readers nowadays are just not up to par.
Recalling the disappointing sales of her new book, Miss Baalzebub couldn’t help but feel frustrated, turning her sorrow into appetite, quickly finishing off a Sub-Dragon.
“So, Little Dorothy, do you know what it’s like when your personal goals clash with others’ expectations?”
“I’ve always felt I could beco an excellent writer, but everyone else thinks I should be a general on the battlefield. It’s so frustrating. Even though I have so talent in combat, what’s the point if I can’t surpass Mother Superior?”
“Being a writer, that’s the profession I aspire to.”
Perhaps because she rarely encountered soone who knew her identity without being terrified, or maybe it was just post-al chatter, the Demon Princess suddenly started venting like this.
She seed to want to use Dorothy as a sounding board.
However, the originally uninterested hobody witch perked up; as she looked again at the cute Great Princess before her, her eyes no longer bland, showing so friendliness.
Oh my, a kindred spirit, a family mber.
“I get it, I get it, Miss Baalzebub, I truly understand that feeling. To be honest, my goal all along has been to be a civil engineering witch, but as you know, the fate of a Dragon Witch is mostly on the battlefield.”
Dorothy nodded vigorously. No one understood the pain of having personal goals clashing with others’ expectations better than her.
“Uh, a civil engineering witch?”
Baalzebub was surprised again. How did every response of this little witch perfectly exceed her expectations?
She scrutinized the little witch seriously. While her face was obscured, her battle robe and valiant deanor scread ‘Ard Witch’ destined for the battlefield.
Moreover, considering this little witch’s barely discernible Invisibility Spell skills, such talent would indeed be wasted on sothing like civil engineering witch.
Truth be told, a civil engineering witch is even more abstract than becoming a writer.
However, believing in the camaraderie of shared hardships, the Demon Princess felt a kinship towards the little witch.
“So, how far have you co, have you built any notable wonders?”
She asked curiously.
Dorothy: “…….”
Uh, this question indeed stumped her a bit.
Throughout this period, she has indeed created quite a few wonders, like the Underworld System and the new Sun in Witch’s Night, or the Divine Toilet and Fantasy Village Great Barrier in Japan.
But those in Witch’s Night were just dreams and shouldn’t be taken too seriously, and even if the fourth sun now shines brightly, it’s not sothing to casually talk about.
Japan is hidden away, hardly any witches have been there.
Dang, I really have no impressive achievents to brag about.
“I’ve created so works, but for various reasons, they are not convenient to show.”
So the hobody witch deliberated for quite a while before responding like this.
She never lies, so she could only speak vaguely.
Hearing these words, Miss Baalzebub’s gaze imdiately softened with familiarity.
Ah, my long-lost family mber, separated by different parents.
…. Witch kinship forming…..
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