Since the main body had already peacefully laid down, all of Dorothy's consciousness had now focused on this Martial Soul Incarnation.
Although she retained Dorothy's consciousness, she now also possessed the personality of the Fairy King, which felt magical. It was as if she had put on a Personality Mask; underneath the mask, you're still you, but all your actions are translated through this "mask," and then they an sothing else.
However, I have to say, the "translation" from this Personality Mask was indeed brilliant.
"You wretched creature, what the heck are you doing?"
At this mont, within the Martial Soul Incarnation, Dorothy was furious. She couldn't believe what she had just said.
Honestly, what she ant to say to her own mother was "Dear Mother Superior, please don't spare , I want to test my limits."
Yep, isn't that very polite?
But when the words reached her mouth, after being translated through the personality program of the Martial Soul Incarnation, they suddenly turned into the previously outrageous provocation.
Although if you think about it carefully, it seed like her true intention had indeed been conveyed. Knowing the Dragon Witch's generally explosive temper, after hearing such a challenge, it was absolutely impossible for her to hold back. Soon, Dorothy would get the thrashing from her mother she so wished for.
But still, Mom, listen to explain, I really didn't an to offend you.
Nope, I need to apologize first, and explain.
"Mother Superior, what just happened was a minor issue with the personality of this Martial Soul Incarnation, and it doesn't represent my true self at all. I'm really not usually this audacious; please don't misunderstand."
That's how Dorothy's inner voice was screaming.
Then, the Martial Soul Incarnation opened its mouth, slightly polished the words, and said,
"Mom, please don't get wrong, I absolutely ant no disrespect, I just genuinely want a thrashing today, but your intensity made a bit dubious whether you are actually my mom." Continue reading at empire
Driven by her intense self-awareness, the disheveled Little Dragon Maiden's tone was very sincere. She even bowed earnestly towards Euphilia facing her, sincerity filled her dragon eyes that shone with gold tint on a red background.
Dorothy: "..."
Damn, what kind of ssed-up Martial Soul is this? Where the hell did you learn this annoying deanor? How could a refined and agreeable, well-read and reasonable good witch like have such a ssed-up Martial Soul?
The hobody witch's awareness started doubting herself for a mont.
However...
In the audience stands, Senior Mia, watching that sudden ethereal apparition in the Arena, recognized imdiately from her family education that it was a Martial Soul, and moreover, it was a strong Martial Soul transitioning from Martial Saint to Martial God.
Yet, Mia was a bit confused about who this apparent Martial Soul of the Dragon Witch actually belonged to; how did she not know there was such a fierce fellow hidden within the Ard Society?
But such confusion only lasted a few seconds. As soon as that Little Dragonfolk down there spoke, the Golden Princess imdiately understood whose Martial Soul it was.
Senior Mia turned her head to look at Dorothy, who had already closed her eyes, looking peaceful.
"Hmm, I was a bit puzzled earlier as to why the Little Fairy from reality was so different from the one on the Magic Network, but now this makes sense. It can't be wrong, only my Little Fairy could be this annoying."
Senior Mia couldn't help but recall the first ti they t during a Magic Web Duel.
...Mia reminisced......
"Yo, yo, yo, look at this poor little unwanted soul. Co on, big sister will play with you. If big sister wins, you'll co ho with to watch the big goldfish, okay?"
Really, although Mia indeed had a bit of a violent streak, and she did go to the Magic Network to vent, usually she was very restrained—in the worst case, she'd only shatter her opponent's bones piece by piece. She really wouldn't just beat soone up the mont she t them.
However, when you, already being alienated and in a bad mood, are hiding in a corner sulking, and then suddenly so disrespectful fool cos up and lifts you—while assuming a Loli appearance and flashing a sleazy smile—nobody could tolerate that, right?
At that ti, even after beating the crap out of this vermin, Mia felt she had dirtied her hands. How could there be such disgusting people in the world?
This kind of trash simply belonged in those third-rate novels and TV shows, the kind that wouldn't last more than three chapters or three episodes. With such characters, one shouldn't be polite; just give them a hard beating, and after suffering pain, they wouldn't dare co pollute your sight ever again.
That's what Mia thought.
However, the next day, when she was still pitying herself in a corner, she was ambushed with a familiar lift.
"Oh dear, today's poor little soul is still unwanted, huh? Don't panic, big sis loves you."
Then, the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day...
After continuously, cruelly killing this indestructible pest for a week, just to satisfactorily vent her inner brutality, Mia, although reluctant, had to admit that this character called Philosophical Fairy Boy, despite being really annoying, genuinely had an amazing resilience and a lack of mory.
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