"I'm not blind; I saw this in the room."
Denisha then pulled out a planning book nearly two ters thick and rolled her eyes at her sister.
Upon seeing this, Dorothy felt sowhat embarrassed and scratched her head.
It wasn't that she couldn't let go of Denisha, which was why she thought of leaving behind so brilliant strategies, but out of concern, what should have been a small note of suggestions turned into an encyclopedia as thick as the one now.
She had also hidden this encyclopedia in Denisha's room and used magic to conceal it, with the spell set to expire after she left, automatically revealing the book.
But she had sowhat underestimated the future Divine King. She hadn't expected her concealnt magic to be so easily discovered by Denisha, which was quite embarrassing.
So, the question was, how should she explain it now? Should she say she had to elope with her sisters for a while and would return after a few centuries of wandering?
Forget it, she had a feeling that if she said that, she would personally experience what it was like to be against the God King today.
While the hobody witch was worrying about this, Denisha took the initiative to speak up.
"Okay, stop wasting your brain thinking of excuses to fool . I wasn't planning to ask you why. I've had a vague premonition that this day would co sooner or later," Denisha said, her eyes low and voice tinged with loss.
She was not a fool. How could she not notice the abnormalities of her childhood sweetheart over all this ti?
At first, she could deceive herself about the magic, but as Dorothy produced more and more things far beyond the era, she began to suspect that sothing was not right. Especially as she herself grew stronger and ca to understand the magic's wonder, she had a vague guess in her heart.
Her childhood sweetheart clearly didn't belong to this era; she was very likely a Traveler across space-ti.
However, every ti such a thought crossed her mind, she would for so inexplicable reason ignore it, as if soone was obstructing her from making the discovery, but as she grew stronger, this obstruction beca harder to maintain. Recently, she had been able to resist what seed like an out-of-control block or perhaps a block from her own cognition.
Even recently, she could faintly sense that this world did not seem all that real, as if it were a dream.
Watching Denisha, who seed to have a gaze that could cross the tilines, Dorothy felt her scalp tingle.
Mommy, is this what real King's Qualification is? Being able to vaguely connect with the laws of space-ti so early, she almost saw through the very nature of the Witch's Night illusion.
What exactly would happen when Truman discovers his world is just a fabrication is hard to say.
At this mont, Dorothy realized that her previous worries were indeed overthinking. The future God King Denisha was not a fake who would beco useless without her; she was a true genius, destined to be the savior of the Witch World, a real protagonist.
She had indeed been quite the show-off for so ti, even overshadowing the Divine King's brilliance at tis, giving the impression that the God King was rely an onlooker and everything depended on her. But now, it seed that was all an illusion.
Just as her concealnt magic could not deceive Denisha's eyes, and considering the latter's strength which had already reached world pinnacle level, it's likely that good sister was always just playing along with her and not standing on the sidelines, but rather not wanting to compete for the spotlight with her younger sister, and possibly her own presence was even hindering Denisha's performance.
Thinking about it, it made sense. The reason she was so outstanding during this period was simply because she had been outstanding in reality, and now she was just reviewing the knowledge she had already mastered.
If she could recover her mories through this review, why couldn't Denisha? And her real identity...
Hiss...
Ah, the Clown turns out to be myself.
After realizing this, Dorothy was extrely ashad and conjured a clown mask to put on her face, to cover up her cheeks that were as red as a monkey's butt.
"Sorry, it was presumptuous of . Pretend this book never happened," she said.
She wanted to take back the thick encyclopedia, but it was quickly reclaid by Denisha at lightning speed.
"Nice try, Dorothy. You think you can take back sothing you've given to ? Impossible," Miss Shepherdess said, sowhat annoyed as she glared at her sister.
However, she quickly realized that her pretense of ingenuousness seed to have given her away, and she felt a bit of embarrassnt as well.
Fortunately, with both sides feeling awkward, they reached a sort of embarrassed equilibrium.
"How long do you expect to be gone?" Denisha asked after a long silence.
"I'm not sure, perhaps a few decades, or maybe even a few hundred years."
Dorothy answered honestly as well.
After that, the two of them fell into silence once again.
Just then, the Monunt of Heroes above them suddenly shone with Holy Light, and figures emitting a rich faith-based Spiritual Light descended from the heavens, guided by the Formation already laid out on the ground and into the chanical dolls below.
Heroic Spirits were born.
And this also ant...
"Well, it seems we're out of ti, Denisha, I'm sorry, I've broken our appointnt."
Glancing at the countdown in her line of sight, which now showed only a few minutes remaining, Dorothy finally mustered the courage to overco the awkwardness and confessed as much.
However, Miss Shepherdess simply shook her head.
"You have nothing to apologize for, Dorothy. I should be thanking you. And don't worry, I will guard everything in Pandora City for you, for this is the ho we built together. I will wait here patiently for the day you return."
"Then, goodbye."
"Goodbye…"
After the final farewell, Dorothy's consciousness suddenly felt as if it was rising in water, and the last thing she saw was her own body collapsing.
Ah, so disconnecting wasn't a sudden disappearance but literally falling down dead.
This was Dorothy's last thought.
....
anwhile, Denisha, remaining in the sa spot, reached out to embrace her sister, who seed to have suddenly lost her soul, and then as if suddenly perceiving sothing, she looked up at her own reflection cast upon the glass window before her.
"Why must you deceive yourself like this, Denisha?"
The reflection, far more beautiful, far more majestic, and much colder than Miss Shepherdess, spoke.
"This is rely a substitute, why bother playing house with such a counterfeit for so long?"
The reflection looked at the soulless body in Denisha's arms, its expression complex.
"Who is really fooling themselves? God King?"
But Denisha was not the least bit intimidated; after settling her sister to one side, her gaze seed to pierce through ti and space, dreams and reality, eting the almost divine eyes of the reflection, she countered.
"This is the Soul from Another World, innately immune to paradoxes of space-ti, a ti traveler by nature. If you are not feeling guilty, why seal her mories of growing up with ?"
"Both of us know very well that she is Dorothy, a gift from the deities to us."
"You ruined your share of the gift, now don't be envious of mine."
Miss Shepherdess gazed directly at the reflection on the glass, causing the nearly divine image to beco sowhat annoyed.
"What's yours and mine, we are essentially one and the sa."
The reflection claid.
"Essentially, yes, but not completely. Who asked you to be so cowardly, fearful of loss again, that you created , this Incarnation, to take your place?"
Denisha retorted once more.
So, the person and the shadow faced each other, and in the end, the shadow snorted coldly and dispersed.
"Then work hard, for if you cannot clear this dream, all is but re talk."
...The Divine King simred with silent fury....
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