"She's lying, you know, she's actually a bit reluctant."
Atop Dorothy's head, the Wondrous Hat Senior Sister extended a tentacle and pointed at the Angel Witch, rcilessly exposing the Student Council President's finely honed acting skills.
As for Dorothy, the hobody witch, she was utterly puzzled. She carefully observed her angelic roommate's welcoming smile, wondering if senior Fanny was perhaps mistaken.
It couldn't be, she thought. Sophia wasn't the type to be so petty.
At least, that was Dorothy's impression from their interactions over the past few days.
Above her, the Hat Senior Sister, invisible to others, ford a starry sky that made a face with a hand over its mouth, smiling yet silent.
This left Dorothy feeling a bit awkward, since she considered Fanny's stature and abilities and suspected her judgnt couldn't be wrong.
So Sophia's acting is that good, huh?
Dorothy was flabbergasted as she watched the Angel Witch, who appeared warm and flawless on the surface.
Was this what face control looked like among the socially adept? Truly terrifying.
But honestly, her invitation was rely a matter of habit from her past life, a polite, routine query — had they eaten, and if not, would they like to join her?
She never expected those succubus sisters to take it literally, failing to sense the polite deflection in her words. The clueless apprentice's innocence was understandable, but why had the Disciplinary Committee Chairwoman also taken it seriously?
Ah well, it was just a al after all, nothing of consequence. After all, the Witch World was a sort of Western fantasy setting—she resolved to avoid such empty pleasantries with these foreigners in the future.
That's what Dorothy was thinking.
She went back inside and took another colossal Infernal Demon Sheep's Leg from the fridge, preparing it as a backup ingredient for the upcoming al.
The stage was set for a bizarre dinner party, where except for the naive Little Fox who was genuinely looking forward to the al, the other three guests harbored various thoughts, and a hat that kept sneaking tastes while playing the role of the rry maker.
.....Five witches succumbed to the allure of delectable dishes...
Three hours later, four witches with swollen bellies appeared on the top floor of the Tower of Shine, three of whom could no longer stand and were sprawled on the couches, but the pure white witch, as usual without any sign of discomfort, began clearing the chaotic aftermath on the dining table.
Dorothy had grown accustod to this, as it was an unspoken rule between the two—she cooked, and Sophia cleaned up.
However, the succubus sisters witnessing this scene for the first ti were profoundly shocked. After all, who could've imagined the Student Council President, who ruled the Witch Academy with an iron fist, would be relegated to washing dishes after eating at ho?
The two sisters' imaginations took flight.
Madeline, the elder sister, wasn't too surprised. On the way here, the president had already clarified their relationship, so she understood that the lady lounging before her truly was the family's pampered daughter.
Nevertheless, even Madeline didn't expect the president, who always seed so dominant in her mind, to humbly attend to the young miss as though a maid attending to her mistress.
The younger sister, Little Fox, had far simpler thoughts. Audrey, who still believed in the sincere love between her senior and the president, now watched her languidly lounging senior with admiration and silently revised her interpretation of their dynamic.
Impressive, senior. I thought you were the spoiled wife of a domineering president, but who knew you held such high status at ho? You are truly remarkable.
The sisters exchanged glances, feeling as if they'd stumbled upon a sensational revelation.
But gossip aside, it was ti to discuss serious matters. Madeline struggled to rise from the sofa with a belly that made her seem three years pregnant, a challenge even for a woman of her Martial Saint status.
This was already negligence on the part of a martial artist who should always be on alert, a good martial artist should always maintain a state in which they can take action at any ti.
But there was no helping it, the young lady's cooking skills were just too irresistible. Her invincible martial will, the soul of a martial artist, once again faltered in the face of such captivating ultimate delicacy, easily dragged into the abyss of gourt food.
Madeline had originally agreed to this gathering not at all for the sake of food, even though those high-end ingredients were indeed precious. Her family consisted of the Twin Peak Witches, nobility from the Demon Realm, a proud family that followed Lord Demon King in the conquests of old, with a noble status and astounding wealth.
The sisters had tried all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas since they were little, so to Madeline, gourt food was just so-so.
Moreover, her sense of taste had been dull since childhood; her tongue simply couldn't differentiate good from bad. In her view, what did it matter what one ate as long as it wasn't unbearably bad?
Rather than pursuing culinary pleasure, she would prefer to spend more ti practicing and refining her martial skills.
That's why, when she saw her silly little sister being embarrassingly lured by a steak, the Succubus Witch was a little upset, thinking that Audrey was really losing face. How could she behave like that? Even if she was really hungry and wanted to eat, she could have told her big sister. Whatever her sister wanted to eat, she could get for her.
But the mont she tasted the young lady's cooking for herself, Madeline was dumbfounded.
My sister, I wronged you. This dish you wanted, I really don't have the ans to get it.
At that mont, the Succubus Witch found her blunted taste suddenly and inexplicably restored. She even compared it to the imperial banquet she had been invited to at the Demon King's Palace when she was a child and concluded that the Imperial Chefs of the Demon King's Palace were all incompetent.
Alas, she really did plan to have a few bites before discussing another sparring session with the young lady, but as she ate, she just couldn't stop herself, thinking only, "Just one more bite, really, just one, and then I'll stop for sure, or perhaps I should eat my fill first before bringing up sparring..."
All I can say is that it's just like you, young lady, to so easily break through my invincible Martial Saint's mindset once again. Oh, my Martial Soul, what's wrong with you? Stand up for once.
The Succubus Witch thought sowhat sadly to herself.
No, I cannot think about this any further, my stomach is genuinely full, I can't fit anything more in it. Right, the important matters. Mustn't forget there's business to attend to today.
Madeline regained her composure, her eyes gradually clearing even as she still sported a rounded belly.
"Join our Ard Society, young lady. You're destined to beco the most excellent Ard Witch."
The Succubus Witch said to the young lady sprawled across from her like a salted fish.
Madeline's purple eyes no longer held the chill of the past; she looked earnestly at the young lady across from her, as if a parched succubus had spotted her most coveted prey.
In response, Little Fox, who was beside her, looked at her sister in bewildernt. She was all too familiar with that look in her sister's eyes—after all, that was often how people gazed at her when she walked down the street.
Sothing was not right, your state is very off, sister.
She rembered the soaked Battle Robe from when her sister lost consciousness yesterday, and her flushed face when she first woke up and drove her out of the room.
At this mont, the innocent Little Fox suddenly seed to understand sothing.
But...
Audrey turned her head to look at the kitchen when she heard this; the Student Council President's sharp gaze imdiately t hers.
Keep it together, sister. The senior is a married woman.
...Little Fox shivering...
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