Capítulo 1755: Chapter 913: Reunion with an Old Friend
Due to the visit of two special guests, the Lord’s Mansion beca bustling with activity, like a chicken flying off and a dog barking.
And as Dorothy and Alice, who were at the center of the commotion, were hurriedly led inside by a steward witch, they attracted quite a few curious glances on their way to the reception room.
Most of these glances towards Dorothy were filled with curiosity and a little bit of caution, which left Dorothy feeling rather speechless.
Well, this is why she doesn’t like being too famous, especially when it’s not a good reputation. Look at how she’s being stared at everywhere she goes. Even if they don’t say anything, the hobody witch can guess that they probably see her as a harbinger of doom, just like before Alice.
Dorothy really wanted to loudly explain that she’s not a troublemaker, that she really just wanted to pay a polite visit today.
But, even aside from whether anyone would believe her, just making a point of saying so would seem like a guilty conscience, almost like admitting she’s a jinx.
Therefore, the hobody witch ultimately chose to remain silent.
And while she was hesitating, Alice slightly moved closer to her and reached out to pull on her clothes.
Dorothy could feel her little sister’s small body trembling slightly.
To this, the hobody witch could understand that this was probably what they call “the closer you are to ho, the more apprehensive you feel.”
Alice, as the daughter of Hatti, was actually considered a lady of the Lord’s Mansion. However, when Hatti and Annie split up, the little witch was still a newborn, and she grew up with her stepmother, so she was quite unfamiliar with her father’s family.
Although from the reception at last night’s ball, Alice and Hatti seed to get along harmoniously, family is family, and the clan is the clan.
The little witch may get along well with her father, but it doesn’t necessarily an she can fit into the Werewolf Witch Clan.
After all, she was educated under the bloodline of Vampire Clan Witch, and the relationship between the Vampire Clan Witch and the Werewolf Witch…
Can’t be said to never interact, but rather it’s you or .
So Alice, this vampire sorceress and werewolf witch hybrid, finds herself in a slightly awkward position, perhaps a little better than Bisophelia, the witch-angel hybrid, who at least doesn’t face Judgnt Court just for being born.
Yes, the most awkward thing about having bloodlines of arch-enemies is that neither side is particularly close.
The Dracula Family side is sowhat better because Grandmother values family, so Alice at least wasn’t given a hard ti, but that’s only the Dracula Family. The rest of the Vampire Clan Witches did not show Annie and Alice any respect.
Otherwise, her stepmother wouldn’t have left with Alice, escaping the Vampire Clan to Japan to find an old friend.
And now, as Alice enters the Werewolf Witch’s territory, she inevitably finds herself scrutinized by these Werewolf Witch relatives. This isn’t a fairy tale world, where everyone is reasonable and kind, so the little witch’s stress is certainly greater than that of an outsider like her.
“Don’t worry, I’m here.”
Dorothy comforted her, patting her sister’s head.
That’s all she could do; after all, this isn’t sothing you can solve indoors, and you can’t really go picking fights just because people are giving you an extra glance.
Besides, as things stood, the werewolf witches were quite amicable, with no instances of picking faults or making things difficult. People would glance as they passed and then go on with their lives.
After all, the world doesn’t revolve around you; not everyone wants to either worship or provoke you. Most couldn’t care less, they spare a glance and then forget about you, busy with their own lives.
Fortunately, as they entered the inner courtyard, fewer people were around, aning fewer stares, and the sisters both breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Dorothy hadn’t quite relaxed when, while passing the garden, she initially walked past but then suddenly backtracked and took a look at the two towering witches having afternoon tea in the garden.
The one on the left should be a werewolf witch, given the nearly three-ter height, plus the furry wolf ears peeking out from the mass of red hair are quite obvious.
This witch is exceedingly beautiful, with a graceful temperant, clearly a lady from a prestigious family.
Still, she wasn’t the focus; Dorothy gave her a glance and moved past.
The hobody witch’s real attention was captured by the other witch.
This was another equally tall witch, even taller than the red-haired lady beside her. However, while the other seed like a slightly naive debutante, this witch was clearly mature, with a voluptuous and graceful figure exuding an indescribable allure.
Even dressed in a plain white dress, with a stylish wide-brimd hat, and a little veil on her face, she managed to exude a mysterious allure.
In short, Dorothy wouldn’t mistake that figure for anyone else.
Hmm, is it you, Lady Hachishaku, Aunt Miko?
Dorothy blinked, surprised to et a familiar face in this unfamiliar place.
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