The Hobody Witch suddenly rembered, if Artie could withstand the erosion of the Soul of the Demon King through the Oath of Heart she taught him, and thereby retain her humanity, then what about this first-generation Lord Demon King?
How did she grow up without any help from anyone?
Well, there probably was only one foolish thod left, to sink into Original Sin, endure all hardships, and ultimately beco the master of Original Sin from a puppet, slowly rising from bottom to top.
In the novels where the protagonist erges from obscurity, a Golden Finger often appears beforehand, and for Artie, Dorothy was like an old grandpa offering one on a silver platter.
However, Astimos had nothing, everything was up to her.
This indeed is an unimaginable hardship for ordinary people.
But a life full of suffering isn't worth dwelling on, after all, no one is born to suffer.
Dorothy paused for a mont, and after a long silence, she spoke.
"We are not strangers, after all, the first title I got was given by you."
The Hobody Witch, thinking of the second-generation Demon King's title shining in her heart, said so.
Hmm, she got it before the Witch's Night began, and back then it was still the first generation.
Astimos: "....."
Yes, she gave it, but it wasn't entirely her doing, just sothing her office incarnation gave, after all, at that ti, she didn't know how special this little witch in front of her was, only thought of her as a talented junior with just a bit of talent.
"I accept your honesty, but I do not agree with your choices; I dislike tragedies and will find a way to save you, whether it's Artie or Astimos, I do not want to lose either."
Dorothy raised her head, her gaze firm, and said so.
Lord Demon King: "...."
Astimos was montarily taken aback by the aura of the little witch in front of her, and indeed felt complicated; it was rare for soone to wish that soone like her, a Demon King notorious for her evil deeds, wouldn't die.
However, who needs your salvation? Who do you think you are? If not for the one up there protecting you, you'd die with a puff of air from , what do you have to save ? Are you worthy?
She instinctively wanted to retort sarcastically; prideful as she was, she would never accept such pity from a weakling.
But in the end, she swallowed back the words as they reached her lips.
"Do as you please, in the end, it will be all for naught anyway, spending your effort on a dead person, you'd better take care of that little fellow who makes people envious."
Astimos threw down these words and then departed.
"Uh, teacher, what just happened? I seem to have fallen asleep?"
Artie shook her head, sowhat baffled, and asked.
She was just feeling sorrowful because the teacher was about to leave, could it be that she was too overwheld by sorrow?
The Devil Girl scratched her head, rather puzzled.
Witches don't need sleep, how could she doze off?
And perceiving that the terrifying, dreadful aura had disappeared, Dorothy also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't play tricks with , you need to cooperate well with the performance later; if you perform beautifully, what do you say about giving you a gift, and then you can consider it my keepsake?"
She pretended to be displeased and scolded Artie, then changed the subject.
And as soon as she heard 'gift', the Devil Girl indeed no longer bothered about falling asleep; she had wanted the teacher's keepsake back at the Fanny Family, but things had gotten ssed up. Now she wouldn't pass up this chance.
"Don't worry, teacher, this ti I promise not to hinder you."
Artie made such a promise, puffing up her flat chest.
Though she still expressed reluctance about the teacher's departure, previous instances of disturbance had made her realize the teacher's determination was firm, she couldn't keep her here, besides, she almost guessed the teacher ca from the future.
Humph, teacher, just you wait, when we reunite in the future, I want you to compensate doubly.
Hehehe, at that ti, the just-born teacher...
Perhaps thinking of so embarrassing scene, the Devil Girl's smile gradually turned wicked.
Dorothy: "....."
The Hobody Witch also involuntarily shivered, she decided to definitely stay away from the demon in the future. The mont that person dared co near, she'd summon the Good Sister.
But future troubles are for the future, right now the main concern is figuring out a way to say "I want it all."
Though the arrogant Lord Demon King just showed great disdain, Dorothy wouldn't give up efforts just because of those few words; had she really done that, she wouldn't have been able to condense the Fairy King like the Unyielding Warrior Soul.
Uh, wait, Fairy King?
The Hobody Witch took a glance at Little Six, who was actually already ready to be born from her Consciousness Space at any ti, sparked by a flash of Spiritual Light.
Hmm, got it.
Hehe, just wait, Lord Demon King, we'll et again in the future, by then I'll let you understand I'm not so second-generation Demon King, it's you who's the second-generation Dorothy.
The Hobody Witch showed a confident smile.
"Hmm, glad you understand, rest assured, the gift I give you this ti, you'll absolutely love it."
Dorothy answered Artie this way.
And soon, everything went smoothly, the two of them quickly arrived at the Opera House.
"Lord Hers, you finally arrived."
As soon as they arrived, Fiona and Venus, who had been waiting at the door for quite so ti, greeted them.
The Nine-tailed White Fox Witch at this mont showed fiery eyes when she saw the Hobody Witch, literally turning into the brainless fan of the Hobody Witch.
Hmm, after all, Dorothy had frequently co here for rehearsal performances during this week and often exchanged music art with the Charm Witch to ensure Venus successfully completed the task later.
And each ti the two exchanged ideas, Fiona would eavesdrop, eventually causing the Nine-tailed White Fox Miss, who was very obsessed with art, to be thinking almost entirely in Dorothy's shape.
"How's the preparation going?"
Afraid of Fiona's blazing stare, Dorothy turned instead to ask the Future Queen beside her.
"Hmm, I will absolutely help you in my best state, teacher."
Venus, who was sneaking peeks at Artie, turned her head and pompously promised.
At this mont the Charm Witch had lost her previous inferiority and weakness, thanks to Dorothy's constant praise and complints during their exchanges over the week, which rebuilt her self-confidence.
Hmm, though her talent in Magic Power is indeed not outstanding, her artistic talent is extraordinarily rare, one in a billion, which is sothing even the teacher admitted, definitely not wrong.
Now Venus' confidence had almost ballooned to the size of a pufferfish.
Seeing the Charm Witch like this, Dorothy indeed did not deflate her, after all, this Future Queen held the proud title of the greatest artist in Witch history, second only to the Dragon King, and had nothing to fear about overconfidence or bursting.
"Then, let's proceed with the final rehearsal."
To avoid any accident, Dorothy walked into the Opera House saying this.
....
Soon, night fell, and the central square of Night City was crowded and bustling.
Though the square had been temporarily expanded to gigantic proportions, the size of a large city, it still was packed tightly, given that at this mont, besides those with special reasons who truly couldn't co, all Night City's residents, whether witches or exotics, were here.
Hmm, the sight reminded Dorothy of the free performances by the two ladies before, though regrettably, this era didn't have a Marvelous Architecture like the Witch Opera House, so all the spectators could only stand in the square.
"Well then, let's begin."
Dorothy murmured this softly.
So, a Dragon Witch in classic phantom thief attire detached from Hers.
"Hers, I'll leave this side to you."
The Dragon Witch said this to the Lying Girl in front of her.
"Hmm, well then Miss Phantom Thief, wish you a safe journey."
The elegant Miss Magician took off her hat and bowed in farewell to herself.
And when she stood straight again, there was no one in front of her.
In the night sky, over the round moon, a pair of Dragon Wings expanded like a cape as a phantom thief darted swiftly towards the Hall of Holy Blood.
While over at the plaza stage, the mbers of the Circus of the Heart stepped onto the stage.
"Everyone, do you want to see real magic?"
Miss Magician took the stage, smiling as she addressed the city-wide audience.
And so, the legend begins.
.... The curtain opens...
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