Dorothy finally left the bar as if she were escaping, feeling as though her purity was almost tainted.
Damn it, Sophia, I didn’t expect you, who seed so abstinent and frigid, would have such a nasty incarnation. What kind of people are these?
The hobody witch brought the sleeve of her robe to her nose and sniffed. It was full of the perfu scent from Sister Fallen Angel, which actually slled quite nice. It wasn’t too strong; the scent was fresh, elegant, and lingering, making you imdiately think of a big sister.
But Dorothy never used perfu; she wasn’t accustod to that stuff.
"Awakening magic."
She snapped her fingers, and a glimr of magic light flashed over her body. The hobody witch sniffed again and the familiar fragrance of a variety of flowers reached her nose, making her nod in satisfaction.
Yeah, my own scent is more comfortable to sll, it’s just that it tends to attract bees and butterflies in the sumr, which is a bit annoying.
"Dorothy, co by and play when you have ti."
Just as the hobody witch was about to run off, Centaur Lady stood at the entrance of the bar, calling out to her like that.
Nina looked sowhat reluctantly at the disappearing figure of the hobody witch in the crowd. She had watched the whole process with a mischievous smile as the boss and the little witch had played around. She had never imagined that her usually unapproachable boss had such a clingy side, practically refusing to let go of Dorothy.
Well, it was obvious that these two had a really good relationship.
Centaur Lady genuinely hoped that Dorothy would co by more often; that way, the boss wouldn’t be so lonely.
"Has she gone?"
By the ti Nina returned to the store, Sister Fallen Angel had regained her approachable yet sohow distant deanor and asked in this manner.
However, compared to her usual, fully pretentious perfect smile, her smile was much more genuine at the mont.
After all, having just petted the lady like a cat, she was indeed in a very cheerful mood.
Well, she liked to see the lady looking at her with disgust but unable to resist her. That felt great. It seed that witnessing the lady in such a state relieved all the stress accumulated from everyday life, and now she felt fantastic.
Hmm, treating the lady like a stress-relief toy doesn’t seem like taking advantage, especially since the main consciousness didn’t resist, and, in fact, it seed to enjoy it very much. So, no problem there.
Heh, what an embarrassing original form, always losing face in front of the lady. If I was looking to recover so dignity, I would have to rely on myself.
"Yeah, she just left."
Centaur Lady nodded and replied.
"Then Nina, please send this out. Thank you."
Sister Fallen Angel picked up a letter from the table and handed it over.
Centaur Lady took the letter, glanced at the black feather seal on the envelope, and was montarily stunned, but soon regained her composure and nodded respectfully.
"Yes, boss, I’ll take care of it right away."
And so, within minutes, all the leaders of the otherworldly races within the Thirteen-Ring received a warning.
"All Exotics are not to harass No.77 Malika Street, that place is under my protection."
And seeing the black feather seal as the signature, the leaders of various otherworldly races fell silent, then turned to issue their instructions.
Where there is light, there must also be shadow.
In the Witch Academy, all the light undoubtedly belonged to witches, and all otherworldly races could only live in the shadows of the witches.
However, the number of otherworldly residents within the Witch Academy was actually several tis that of the witches, and the vast majority of them lived in the Thirteen-Ring, so naturally, there were bound to be organizations of the large otherworldly races within the Thirteen-Ring.
But the high and mighty witches did not care about the minor actions of these weaker otherworldly races; after all, before absolute strength, all sches and back-stabbing were re paper tigers, and the otherworldly races did not dare provoke the witches either. They only dared to oppress those races even weaker than themselves.
This was also why the Thirteen-Ring had always been rather chaotic with frequent conflicts. Here, people of the sa race would band together for warmth, and it was common for different otherworldly races to fight each other. It was a miniature version of a multi-racial free-for-all.
However, all that was in the past, because ever since the Queen of the Night descended five years ago, there was now only one voice among the otherworldly races of the Thirteen-Ring, and that was to obey Her Majesty the Queen’s will.
And the bar located at No.66 Malika Street was Her Majesty the Queen’s residence.
All otherworldly residents in the Thirteen-Ring revered, respected, and adored Her Majesty the Queen. After all, it was she who ended the infighting among the otherworldly races and under her protection, the otherworldly races were able to lead lives with a bit more dignity.
With the guidance of the queen, they were no longer like scattered sand, and were able to truly trust in banding together and genuinely cooperate.
Scattered otherworldly races weren’t worth ntioning in the eyes of a witch, but even witches had to treat a united front of otherworldly races with caution.
For Her Majesty’s kindness, all races always rembered it in their hearts, it’s just a pity that they, being weak, seed to have no way to help the queen. And this ti, it seed to be the first ti the queen asked them for sothing, so they must handle it beautifully.
So, for a ti, the underground world of the Thirteen-Ring was abuzz with activity.
However, the main character of this event, a certain hobody witch, was completely unaware of this; she was leisurely riding her broom and had arrived at the sky island that now belonged to her.
No.77 Malika Street.
"I want a ho, a place that doesn’t need to be too big...."
rrily humming a song that no one in this world could understand, Dorothy landed at the still intact dock of the wrecked sky island and then gazed at the ruins before her.
Right, everything that needed to be busy with was almost done; it was ti to start the reconstruction work.
"Big Sister, you should change your look."
The hobody witch touched the Hat Senior Sister on her head and reminded her. Stay tuned to Freewebnovel
"Always you with complaints."
Hat Senior Sister grumbled dissatisfiedly, but still changed her form in a forthright manner, ultimately morphing into a red safety helt that buckled on Dorothy’s head, even taking care to stretch out two little tentacles to tie under her chin.
Well, Witch’s Ace Safety Helt, bringing full safety to you at the construction site.
"Then let’s start moving the bricks."
Dorothy, having put on the safety helt and filled with a sense of ceremony, rolled up the wide sleeves of her Magic Robe, revealing her fair and slender arms.
She was really preparing to move bricks; after all, the plethora of magic-repelling materials in the ruins ant magic couldn’t be cheated, so they had to be cleared away manually.
But Dorothy didn’t mind that at all—after all, this was for building her own house.
"Labor is the most glorious; we workers have the strength, hey...."
...The hobody witch was moving bricks...
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