As the ten o'clock curfew approached, the group finally dispersed. Everyone had a great ti today, including Dorothy who kept being the butt of jokes.
Although she initially had so bad luck, by the second half, she finally started to get lucky and enjoyed a streak of three consecutive wins. As for her gains today...
Well, she got the information on Senior Mia's figure, got to enjoy Little Fox's lap pillow, Sophia's maid outfit, Sidwell's massage, senior Fanny feeding her drinks...
Hehe, a man should live like this, indulging in pleasures akin to a pool of wine and a forest of ats.
After parting with everyone, Dorothy and Sophia returned together to the top floor of the Tower of Shine, where they each went back to their rooms.
"This is truly the life I've always dread of, I really hope I can be this happy every day."
After comfortably taking a bath and getting rid of the sll of alcohol, the hobody witch, dressed in her cute Puppet Dragon robe, went out to the balcony of her room. Gazing up at the star-filled sky, she reflected with such sentints.
Suddenly, her spellbook vibrated, causing her to lower her head and pull out the spellbook.
"Who's this, ssaging so late at night?"
The hobody witch wondered sowhat puzzled.
[Phantom of the Opera: Good evening, Sister Chi.]
"Alright, it's her."
Recognizing the ssage alert, Dorothy was relieved.
Although her account as Carmine of True Red had nurous friends all over the Magic Network, most were just casual friends made from fiery forum chats, and the kind you would exchange friend requests with but rarely ssage privately unless there were favors to ask for, perhaps not even once in hundreds of years.
After all, who seriously ssages privately every day? It's more enjoyable to chat in groups or scroll through forums.
However, when you have many friends, there will always be so you're particularly close to. Although Dorothy was the type who wouldn't disturb others with private chats even if they were close, people often took the initiative to ssage her, usually newbies seeking advice on various issues.
This Miss Phantom of the Opera was one of them. This puppet play Miss with a pleasant voice was almost raised by Dorothy herself. It seems she has a knack for attracting scamrs, constantly targeted by various online scams. Unable to stand it, Dorothy often helped her out, and over ti, they beca very close.
Calculating the ti, they've known each other for almost seven or eight years now—it indeed has been quite a while, and their relationship has gone beyond re friendship. Dorothy always treated her like a little sister.
After all, since childhood, Alice has been too bear-like, lacking the fragrant and soft qualities a little sister should have, while this Miss Phantom, although Dorothy has never t her in person and doesn't know what she looks like, fits the image of the obedient and cute little sister Dorothy idealized from their chats.
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[Carmine of True Red: What's up? Still not asleep at this late hour? Ran into so trouble again?]
Dorothy raised her hand and sent a ssage back, guessing that this poor child must have encountered another scamr, and it was ti for her to make an appearance again.
She, Dorothy the Righteous, despised scamrs the most.
[Phantom of the Opera: No, no, just have sothing I want to ask you about, sister.]
[Carmine of True Red: Sure, go ahead, I'll help if I can.]
[Phantom of the Opera: It's a bit hard to explain via ssages, sister, can we talk over voice chat?]
[Ding, Phantom of the Opera has initiated a voice chat with you.]
Dorothy: "..."
The hobody witch frowned, as after all, the "Carmine of True Red" was a playful alter ego utterly separate from her reality, and she instinctively opposed the idea of voice chats that might connect her fantastical and real worlds.
If it had been anyone else, she might have flatly refused, but this was an old friend she had known for many years, and knowing Miss Phantom as she did—a girl utterly without guile—she supposed she could accept the voice chat invite, right?
The hobody witch hesitated briefly and then hit the accept button.
"Hello, Sister Chi, can you hear ?"
As soon as she connected, a voice like heavenly music, initially seductive but on closer consideration purely innocent, flowed directly into her heart like a clear spring in midsumr, sending a thrilling jolt through her and uplifting her spirit.
Even though Dorothy often watched Miss Phantom's puppet theater live streams and was sowhat accustod to her voice, there was a complete difference between a live stream and a private chat.
For a mont, Dorothy even felt captivated by that voice.
"Yes, I'm here."
Fortunately, her spiritual attribute was high, so she snapped back to reality within minutes, and it was just a pleasant voice, right? It's not like she couldn't do the sa. Watch her counter it.
The hobody witch smirked slightly and relaxed her usual suppression of her voice, letting a bit of her true tone slip through after a long absence.
After all, this body was the epito of beauty, both in appearance and voice, although Dorothy usually spoke in a feigned, higher-pitched voice, nearly forgetting what her own voice truly sounded like.
This was because it ca with a natural "word spirit" effect, opening her mouth was like casting a magic spell, and talking too much could easily drain her magic power.
And as cool and high-level as this ability might sound, it was actually quite burdenso, as the naturally forming magic was too primitive compared to the refined and efficient magic perfected by witches over millennia.
For example, when Dorothy said "Wind, co," it did indeed generate a strong wind, but the magic power it consud could have allowed her to cast a tornado spell herself.
Thus, like the "Face of God," this "Voice of God" was essentially an impractical effect, at least at this stage, and even had side effects that forced her to hide it rather than showing it openly.
However, now that she'd encountered a young lady whose voice could rival hers, there was no need to hide.
"Go ahead, Miss Phantom, what can I help you with?"
As if coming from the Nine Heavens, a ethereal, dreamlike yet dignified and majestic voice resonated, seemingly unaffected by the world.
Even though Dorothy had deliberately suppressed that demonically charming allure within her voice, it still made her head, now resembling a scarecrow in the process of dying, gasp in astonishnt and stare with widened eerie sheep eyes at her Master.
F*ck, innate authority?
...Senior Fanny, shocked...
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