Capítulo 1507: Chapter 814: The Ladies’ Lesson
Dorothy carefully watched the two ladies in front of her. She reached up to tug at the wide brim of her witch hat, ready at any mont to pull it down into a mask to interrupt the influence of the Face of God.
She had so self-awareness, aware of her “God-given Golden Finger”-level beauty’s destructive power. So far, very few could ignore the allure of her Face of God.
Even soone with a steadfast will like Mother Dragon, a top-tier Martial God, nearly lost focus upon first seeing Dorothy’s true face. And soone with extraordinary talent like senior Fanny, the future Fourth King, would drool directly.
Going further back, considering the mories from the first cycle, Good Sister’s obsession with her might partly stem from being chard by the Face of God, and though she hadn’t t Artie in the true first cycle, judging by the Evil Breed Loli’s behavior during the Witch’s Night, Lord Demon King probably couldn’t resist that unparalleled beauty either.
Of all the people Dorothy had t so far, probably only two could ignore the influence of her Face of God.
One was Father Adam, and the other was the Little Fatty Dragon, Emora, from the Witch’s Night.
In both her lifetis, Dorothy was raised by Adam. Her true appearance couldn’t fool this father who sees her day and night, and regardless of whether he’s Father Adam or the current Mage Adam, the old father’s gaze held nothing other than doting for his daughter.
Honestly, it’s not normal.
While normal people wouldn’t do anything immoral towards their blood relatives, human instinctual desires aren’t so easily controlled.
Morality and self-discipline can keep those desires locked in the cage of one’s heart, preventing them from causing chaos, but so desire is bound to surface.
This can be seen from the experience of the junior sister, Audrey.
Even her mothers and sisters struggled to resist the influence of what could be described as “nation-toppling beauty.” To avoid hurting their daughter (or sister), the ladies and Madeline had to specifically find magic to curb their desires.
And this really isn’t about a person’s character; it’s just that beauty, when it reaches an innate charm to this level, becos a kind of curse. Such beauty gradually corrupts and twists the normal interpersonal relationships and emotions around you.
The Little Fox’s beauty was sufficient to affect the two ladies, who were top-tier Peak Witches. Therefore, in theory, Dorothy’s Face of God was an innate Authority.
It belonged to the Sages, a supre power surpassing Forbidden Curses.
And in theory, such a power wasn’t sothing a mortal like Adam could withstand, yet he miraculously resisted it.
Previously, Dorothy had been quite puzzled, but now knowing that this “ordinary” father has reincarnated countless tis and hasn’t changed over half a year, she was calm.
Hmm, it can only be said that it’s no wonder he was able to wager against the Great Demon Satan with a mortal’s body and even ultimately win; it’s truly impressive.
And Little Fatty Dragon Emora…..
This guy is probably genuinely innocent; in that little creature’s eyes, the world is probably only divided into tasty and not tasty, with no concept of beauty.
Besides, that guy is over 500 years old during the Witch’s Night and still a baby dragon, which is absurd; he’s just a child who never grows up.
It’s only natural, given that he’s a forr life of the Dragon King; he must be sowhat special.
Aside from these two exceptions, Dorothy really hadn’t encountered others who could completely immune themselves to her Face of God’s influence.
Therefore, initially, the Hobody Witch hesitated at the two ladies’ request to see her true face.
However, after thinking it over, she considered that the two ladies themselves were nation-toppling beauties, with beauty just below her and the Three Kings level, and their Evolution Templates belonged to mainly alluring races like the Nine-Tailed Fox and Succubus, so they should theoretically have a high resistance to beauty.
After all, at the very least, they should be able to resist sowhat with willpower, just like Mother Dragon and Sophia.
That’s what she thought.
But in reality, it was…
Hmm, the two of them stood still as if under Ti Stop or Binding Spell, and the shape of their pupils in their beautiful eyes was twisting, about to turn into heart shapes.
Seeing that at this rate, she might achieve the “family photo” achievent, Dorothy decisively tugged the senior Fanny, who was also drooling and starstruck, pulling the wide witch hat down over her face, turning it into a clown mask.
Co on, ladies, you’re the Peak of the Spiritual School; aren’t you supposed to have high resistance to charm and illusion techniques?
The Hobody Witch inwardly complained with a touch of helplessness.
Then she carefully watched the two ladies, afraid that the next mont, these nearly completely chard Peak Witches would pin her down on the couch.
Fortunately, such a thing didn’t happen. After Masked Senior Sister resealed and isolated the influence of the Face of God, the two ladies quickly recovered.
They finally displayed the level expected of the Peak of the Spiritual School, their gazes gradually recovering…
Oh dear, not really recovering clarity, but instead becoming feverishly intense.
“Art, this is true art.”
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