Dorothy and Hat Senior Sister communicated through a mind link established by their contract; although they had quite a lengthy chat just now, in reality, it had only taken a mont.
Tap tap tap...
Accompanied by the faint but rhythmic sound of hoofbeats, Miss Nina, who had gone to fetch the drinks, returned with a spring in her step.
This also brought Dorothy’s attention back to the present; she couldn’t help but glance at Centaur Lady’s four legs, wondering if she changed her horseshoes daily in the sa way that humans change their shoes.
Well, if it were like before with no one else around, Dorothy might have asked right then and there, but after all, Sister Fallen Angel was watching, so the Hobody Witch had to suppress her curiosity.
"Boss, do you know Dorothy?"
Miss Nina settled back across from them, skillfully pouring drinks for the two opposite her, while she asked with a hint of curiosity.
Having run the bar for so long, Centaur Lady had never seen the owner personally accompany any guest; she was always alone, and even she, who had been with the owner the earliest, had tried for a long ti but still felt sowhat distant.
The owner always kept her heart shut off, refusing anyone’s approach. Nina, while not daring to say much, was always a bit worried about whether her benefactor might be too lonely.
But today, she hadn’t expected the proud owner to actually initiate closeness with Dorothy; this truly startled Centaur Lady. Moreover, after working in such situations for many years, Nina’s practiced ability to read expressions and observe moods allowed her to notice that the relationship between the two was extraordinary.
The reclusive owner seed to have finally opened her heart to soone today, and even if the boss didn’t say it, Centaur Lady could still feel that the boss was in a very good mood.
In fact, Ruthfiel’s mood was indeed good at the mont; after all, she had hidden her identity for many years, and even though she had been extrely careful, keeping this secret always ca with a significant ntal burden. Being able to share the secret with soone would make her feel much better.
Unfortunately, she didn’t trust anyone other than her teacher in the past, but this incarnation couldn’t be disclosed to her teacher. So, she kept it to herself; however, now that she had soone like the lady who knew the secret, it felt like the endless night had finally welcod a beam of light, suddenly relaxing her tense heart.
Even though this secret was life-threatening and should not be disclosed to anyone, Sophia trusted the lady quite a bit.
Although the two had never been very compatible and didn’t get along well — even living under the sa roof — they weren’t very close. Normally, they only chatted when there was a matter at hand; if there wasn’t, they typically minded their own business, barely talking throughout the day.
But being incompatible was one thing; trust was another. She knew she could trust this lady.
And if asked why, she could only attribute it to intuition.
As a witch of the School of Prophecy, walking a fate-ordained path, Sophia trusted her intuition — after all, a Prophet Witch’s intuition is not just intuition; more accurately, it should be called Divine Revelation of Fate.
Of course, just as no one can predict with absolute certainty, this Divine Revelation of Fate was also sotis effective and sotis not; even with her qualifications, the accuracy of this intuition was only about seventy percent.
While this was already considered a high level within the School of Prophecy, when it ca to life-or-death matters, a seventy percent reliability was actually quite risky.
If it had been before, with Sophia’s cautious nature, she would not have taken this risk. However, this ti, facing the lady, she was willing to gamble. Continue your adventure with Freewebnovel
Even if she lost the bet, she was willing to accept it. After all, her life was also given by her teacher, so now returning it to the lady wasn’t so hard to accept.
As the incarnation of Sophia, Fallen Angel Ruthfiel’s personality actually differed quite a bit from the original. After all, she was a branch of Fate that erged after the original beca a true Angel and then fell once more; in that branch of Fate, her days were much harder without the protection of her teacher, which resulted in a personality that was more arrogant, more suspicious, and more unscrupulous.
Ruthfiel actually disapproved of the original’s self-destructive behavior, but what could she do as just an incarnation? Since the original had already decided, she could only comply.
Upon actually eting this young lady, Ruthfiel grudgingly acknowledged the original’s decision; after all, the lady managed to see through her supposedly flawless disguise at first glance, which was indeed impressive.
Ruthfiel had a fondness for capable people, as they could generate more value for her when utilized.
However, this thought had barely arisen before she quashed it herself.
Even though this incarnation’s personality and abilities were derived from that Fate branch line, her consciousness was not.
She was not the vengeance Angel who fought her way up from the lowest depths of Heaven, rising with power and ultimately choosing to plunge into Hell without hesitation to achieve her goals; her main consciousness remained that of Sophia.
This incarnation was essentially the Pure White Witch, piloting the skin of the vengeance Angel.
The Pure White Witch’s bottom lines had once been the teacher, and now they included this young lady as well.
After extinguishing the thought of using the young lady, Sister Fallen Angel did feel a twinge of regret; after all, having the lady as a cover would make her subsequent actions much more convenient.
"Yes, of course, I know her. After all, Dorothy is the child of a person I respect deeply. I’m on very good terms with her, and she’s co to learn a few things from . Nina, you should treat her the sa way you treat ," she said.
As her thoughts whirled, Sister Fallen Angel’s face blossod into a perfect smile, wrapping her arm around the Hobody Witch beside her, responding to Centaur Lady’s inquiry like this.
Well, even though she had given up on using the young lady, Sister Fallen Angel’s ingrained behaviors and habits could not change overnight. These were the inherent behavioral logics of the avatar and hard to control. It was just like Dorothy could not make the Fairy King stop being so sharp-tongued.
And in response, the suddenly cuddled Hobody Witch shivered, her skin crawling with goosebumps.
Just yesterday, she had been complaining that Sophia would never make a heart gesture at her; but now, it seed her original might not, but this incarnation could easily do even more shaless things.
Ugh, disgusting. Just what had Sophia gone through on that Fate branch line to end up with such a hypocritical personality, exuding fake nicety, reeking of insincerity and the stench of a green tea bitch?
"Let go, who said we’re on good terms? I can’t stand you, we’re not that close."
She struggled fiercely.
Yet how could her strength compare with that of Sister Fallen Angel? The more she struggled, the more it seed to excite the other side.
Damn, what kind of crummy incarnation was this? I am from the Judgnt Court; if you don’t let go, I’m going to report you!
...Hobody Witch’s refusal to cuddle continues...
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