Chapter 1618: Chapter 856: Recuperation (Part 2)
Well, let’s just say she does look quite good and has a solid foundation. So there’s a kind of wild disheveled beauty to her. If it were so average mortal trying to pull off her look, they’d just look like a scruffy wild person.
“Teacher, I think it’s more reliable to go borrow a place to stay from the neighbors.”
Artie stood at the doorway, suggesting this with a strong sense of disapproval.
This made Fenrir quite embarrassed.
To be honest, it was the first ti she’d brought soone ho. After all, she really hadn’t had friends close enough for this before, so it never occurred to her how soone else might view her ho.
Being judged by Artie made her suddenly realize that her place might indeed be a bit ssy.
She was the type not to care much about her living environnt. As long as there was sowhere to shelter from the wind and rain and a bed, that was enough. She was usually out early and back late, rarely staying inside.
Besides, she’d been pretty busy and really didn’t have the ti to trim the garden and such.
For other witches, these dostic chores would undoubtedly be handed over to servants. However, in Avalon Village, everyone is equal; even though she’s a witch, she’s not more noble than her other exotic neighbors.
Even though many offered to help her, Fenrir still refused. She didn’t want to receive special treatnt and disrupt the atmosphere of equality that Mr. Adam had worked so hard to establish.
But using this place to entertain guests now felt sowhat inappropriate, especially considering that Miss Hers clearly ca from a noble family, and she’d definitely be particular about the living environnt.
Now, the considerably embarrassed Miss Dog-Witch didn’t even dare to look at Dorothy. She just awkwardly lowered her head and forced a laugh.
“Haha, it is a bit ssy, Lord Hers, just give a few minutes, and I’ll tidy up quickly. As for next door, that’s Mr. Adam’s residence.”
Fenrir said this, then hurriedly rushed into the yard, grabbed two large machetes from the weapons rack in the corner, ready to start mowing the weeds in the garden.
Seeing the Dog-Witch already channeling dual-blade power, Dorothy quickly stepped up to stop her.
There was no choice; with the magic Fenrir had just gathered, that wasn’t weeding—it was demolishing. A few strikes, and probably the weeds, ground, and house would all be gone.
The Hobody Witch began to suspect Fenrir’s racial template was that of a husky people among the dog beastn.
After all, just looking at her appearance, this Dog-Witch looked no different from a Werewolf Witch of future generations.
Besides, they’re witches, aren’t they? They can use magic. Shouldn’t normal cleaning tasks be handled by magic? Why does she look like she’s gearing up for a fight?
“Just rest for a bit, alright? I have so knowledge of garden and house maintenance. Consider it the rent for staying here for a while.”
Dorothy said this to the Split Person.
Well, after all, she’s a professional civil engineering witch.
“Uh, how can I accept this?”
The embarrassed Miss Dog-Witch felt even more awkward. What kind of host lets a guest help with cleaning? But seeing Dorothy’s firm and professional gaze, she was involuntarily intimidated and quietly stepped aside.
Then Dorothy scanned with her spiritual power, roughly assessed the layout of the villa, silently planned it out in her mind, and with a snap of her fingers…
“The Witch’s Magic Garden.”
She murmured in her heart.
Soon, gentle magic extended from her, quickly spreading throughout the garden. Everywhere the magic passed, the weeds began to wither at a visible pace, as if sothing underground was consuming their Life Force. Even weeds, known for their resilient Life Force, couldn’t withstand this extraction. They soon withered, decomposed, and ultimately beca fertilizer in the soil.
However, their Life Force didn’t disappear; it rely transferred. In the unseen underground, magical power rapidly transford the weeds’ races into various flower seeds, which were then catalyzed to grow.
Suddenly, the barren land began to sprout.
Green shrubs grew neatly, forming natural lattice fences. Landscape trees grew in path-defined trajectories, taking on various beautiful shapes. Flowers blood, their fragrance filling the air, refreshing and containing. Even the fishpond, abandoned for years, revealed budding lotuses.
The previously horror film-like abandoned garden instantly transford into a fantastical kingdom of elves and fairies.
With another wave of Dorothy’s hand, the slightly aged villa, due to lack of maintenance, also appeared as if newly renovated. Both the exterior and interior walls, along with any obscure corners, were refreshed to appear newly done.
“Indeed, no matter how many tis it’s used, the all-purpose Primordial Magic Power always astounds.”
Completing everything, Dorothy reflected to herself.
Magic is, indeed, all-encompassing.
This is magic, the power to do whatever you wish.
“Alright then, Miss Fenrir, take a look if there’s anything you want adjusted. I’m happy to tweak it for you.”
Having finished everything, Dorothy turned to look at Miss Dog-Witch and asked.
After all, it’s her ho, and since Dorothy guessed Fenrir might not have an ideal vision for the garden, she first created a template, which can be fine-tuned according to her needs.
But when Dorothy turned, she saw Miss Dog-Witch with her jaw practically dropping.
Fenrir was genuinely amazed now. She gazed at Dorothy with eyes filled with wonder as if witnessing a miracle.
Although Miss Hers’s display of ti-reversing magic before had already greatly impressed her, the creation of such a beautiful garden with a flip of the hand brought her to a new level of wonder, equaling the previous shock.
“No, it’s already very beautiful.”
Miss Dog-Witch looked at the now neat and beautiful garden; how could she not be satisfied?
Especially since Miss Hers thoughtfully left her an exercise area, and even transford the corner scraps into perfect professional gym equipnt, a high-level gym area she previously never dared to dream of.
“So magic can achieve things like this? It’s my first ti knowing it.”
Fenrir was touched, looking at the incredibly beautiful ho and comnted.
For her, who had grown up in Night City, the City of Sin, magic was power, a fist, capable of both protecting oneself and intimidating others.
It was a dangerous, destructive force.
However, now, Miss Hers demonstrated another possibility for magic, making her realize it’s not just a destructive force, but also a power of creation.
In fact, not just Miss Dog-Witch; Artie was equally amazed.
Previously, she always experienced it from the receiving end; now, observing the teacher casting spells, she noticed more details.
To Miss Demon King, her teacher’s spellcasting had an artistic and unique beauty, one that captivated her.
She saw further than Fenrir did.
In her view, what her teacher demonstrated was not only the Power of Creation but also the more terrifying power of destruction—after all, the weeds had sothing to say about it.
This was life and death determined as she pleases, her wielding Heavenly Reason in supre dominance.
What enthralled her about the teacher was this freedom of will.
To hell with destiny, to hell with desires—her life should be led by herself.
But can I truly manage this too?
Artie glanced at the twin suns in the sky, then at her hands, and sighed.
Alas, how could that ever be achievable?
…. Miss Demon King feeling down…..
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