"Okay, stop crying, I went too far, but it’s Audrey who made pretend to be a dog first."
"But senior sister, you can’t just lick soone’s face so shalessly."
"I was already treated like a dog, what’s a lick going to hurt."
"You’re such an idiot, senior sister."
...
Just as Dorothy, who had resurrected from the dueling rest room, ran into Audrey, face red from wiping away saliva, another round of verbal sparring erupted between the senior and junior sisters.
This ti Dorothy erged victorious, as the champion of verbal spats, she took on anyone who dared challenge her. This infuriated Little Fox, who puffed up her cheeks like buns, and resentfully glared at her unscrupulous senior sister the entire way, hoping her piercing gaze would curse her senior sister to stumble and fall.
anwhile, Dorothy was conducting her customary post-battle reflection.
Although she was instantly defeated this ti, there really wasn’t much to reflect on; she had done everything she possibly could.
The problem was that Audrey, her junior sister, was simply too oppressive; starting with full-screen control, how was anyone supposed to play against that? It was unplayable. If not for her ability to multitask, with other thoughts taking over when her main body was controlled, she would have truly beco Audrey’s plaything, a toy dog.
"Tsk, it really cos down to too little magic power, substandard basic hardware with no margin for error or room to demonstrate any flashy maneuvers."
Dorothy resigned herself to this fate, fully aware of the insurmountable gap between her true strength and that of her peer geniuses.
"I should give up on the idea of being the main DPS, and just humbly stick to a support role during this Witch’s Night. It’s always said that supports are the iron and the DPS cos and goes like water; the support is the real key player."
Quick to adjust her mindset, the hobody witch thought as much.
With her knowledge, serving as an omnipotent support was well within reach, whether it was maintaining equipnt with alchemy, serving as a potion master in charge of stamina, or specializing as a necro doctor for healing; she was capable in all these roles, no problem managing logistics.
The main thing was that logistics staff didn’t have as high of magic power requirents, after all, you could always carry a mana furnace to replenish your magic.
A fragile mana furnace is easily targeted and destroyed in the heat of battle, but if one is relatively safe in the rear as logistics, the issue of insufficient magic can be resolved with the mana furnace.
And Dorothy happened to own the best mana furnace of the Fourth King, ensuring great endurance.
"Tsk, damn senior sister, if you could lend so magic power, I could DPS, I could kill indiscriminately too."
Thinking this, the hobody witch pouted and complained discontentedly.
Upon hearing this, Hat Senior Sister rolled her Eyes of the Stars.
"Don’t even think about it; I, the Future Fourth King, couldn’t possibly help you cheat like that. Providing you with just enough magic power for logistic work is already the limit; any more would be unfair to the others."
Senior sister Fanny declared with a sense of righteousness.
Her participation in Witch’s Night was already enough to dominate other students, so she had decided early on that she would not exert a power beyond what a normal student could during the festival; she would involve herself as little as possible. Otherwise, if she went all out in defense mode for the entire event, Dorothy and the others would get no chance to develop.
Anything more would not be a way to show good intentions towards her dear sisters; it would be ruining them.
Yes, that’s right, she was acting out of kindness, not because she wanted to be lazy or amuse herself by watching Dorothy get chased around in a fluster. Absolutely not.
"Fine, then."
Dorothy also rolled her eyes.
Although she was aware that hat senior sister probably just wanted to see her entertain, depending too much on her senior sister could result in dependency, which wouldn’t be good for her future growth.
After all, the hobody witch was quite self-aware of her own laziness; she would sit rather than stand, lie down rather than sit, and use magic rather than lift a finger, and she could beco way too complacent. If Fanny senior sister really did everything for her, within two months she’d be completely dependent, unable to live without her senior sister.
Emmm... maybe even less than two months.
"All right, I’ve decided to take a logistics role this ti; you guys handle the chaos in the festival, I will cheer you on from behind."
Dorothy spoke thus to her sisters, having suddenly co to a realization.
"Frankly, we never really counted on your combat power, princess."
Upon hearing her own miss’s words, Sophia added a comnt devoid of emotion.
Dorothy: "..."
Alright, fine, all of you are noble, all of you are capable, it’s just who’s dragging behind, boo-hoo-hoo.
She quietly found a seat to squat on and began to sulk.
"Hahaha...."
Audrey, seeing her discomfiture, couldn’t stop laughing joyfully, truly resembling a fox that had just snatched a chicken.
"So, President, shall we play a bit?"
Senior Mia looked at her heartthrob sulking, and then turned her gaze toward Sophia, issuing a challenge.
Though the president claid that her relationship with Little Fairy was strictly that of master and servant, Mia wasn’t blind: there was nothing ’normal’ about their relationship. Rival; the president was undoubtedly her biggest rival.
At this thought, the Golden Princess felt a surge of fighting spirit.
Actually, she had never really crossed hands with the powerful Student Council President; their occasional few encounters were rely light practice sessions. She had never truly fought a full-out duel.
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