718: 495.
Christina’s Misunderstanding_2 718: 495.
Christina’s Misunderstanding_2 Therefore, even though she didn’t understand why Lord Clown would call her out alone, it didn’t matter; such a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity must be seized.
She had to be ready for any task Lord Clown might assign to her, and she had to complete it flawlessly.
However…
When the Elental Empress followed Lord Clown expectantly to a corner, she saw Lord Clown wave their hand and set up a Barrier against prying eyes and eavesdropping.
Then, Lord Clown reached out and removed the mask from their face.
And then, the Elental Empress was struck dumb.
All she did was widen her eyes, and she was so shocked that she couldn’t even speak clearly.
“Bi…Big…Big Sister?”
Clearly, she recognized the face under the mask, a face that was known to almost everyone at Witch Academy.
“I’m sorry to reveal the truth in this way, but Senior Christina, there is sothing I need to ask of you,”
After revealing what was under the mask, the classic braided-nerdy-girl look, Dorothy said as such.
She had contemplated for a mont and had finally decided to co clean.
After all, to blend in with the masses, one must imrse oneself among them.
Though she now held the position of Pri Minister of the Magic Republic in the plot of Witch’s Night, and was also the Grand Inquisitor of the Judgnt Court, either of which should have been enough to make the witch students obey her, re obedience wasn’t enough for her.
She sought a sense of belonging, to beco one of their own in the truest sense.
Thus, neither of the above identities was suitable.
Instead, her original identity as a student would be the most useful.
Of course, by doing so, her Clown disguise would fall, but what did that matter?
While the Judgnt Court advised Judges to keep their real identities secret for their protection, there was no strict obligation to adhere to a confidentiality agreent.
But Dorothy went to school under the watchful eye of her Mother Superior every day, and with a Future Fourth King as her personal bodyguard, so she had no safety concerns.
Therefore, if the disguise fell, so be it.
The most significant consequence would be that she could no longer undertake espionage missions, but as the Hobody Witch, she wasn’t all that interested in those tasks anyway.
The only reason she had not wanted to reveal her disguise was for fear that Sophia would find out.
But now that her own roommate had joined the Angel Faction and the cards were on the table, there was nothing for her to hide.
So, let the disguise fall.
It posed no great issue.
After all, it was the well-known Miss of Witch Academy who was famous, not the freshman majoring in automated chanical civil engineering, Dorothy.
Besides, it wasn’t the disguise of the Witch of the Forest that had fallen; the Clown was nothing to fret over; it was simply water off a duck’s back.
The Hobody Witch was quite open-minded about it.
However, just because she was open-minded didn’t an others could easily accept it.
She didn’t know whether others could co to terms with it, but Christina, the Elental Empress facing her, certainly couldn’t handle the truth.
After all, where had that sturdy, aweso golden pillar gone?
How had it suddenly turned into a freshman at the Academy?
Everyone’s guess about Lord Clown’s true identity had started at the level of the Great Sage, and now it had abruptly changed to a Witch Student who had just started school.
Wasn’t the disparity between the two a bit too much?
Christina couldn’t accept it at all.
“No, I must have misunderstood this wave.
How could I presu that Miss’s identity was indeed true?
Couldn’t it be that Lord Clown, in order to carry out a special mission, had disguised themselves as a freshman to infiltrate Witch Academy?”
“Exactly, that makes more sense.
Besides, Miss’s various stats are abnormal anyway.
Which freshman is so formidable?
But if Miss is a false identity created by Lord Clown, then everything falls into place.
This is the classic ‘playing possum to catch a tiger’ scenario of the Great Sage returning to campus.”
After a bit of reflection, the prival witch Miss quickly understood; she figured everything out.
As for her real identity being pointed out by Lord Clown, that was even less of an issue.
After all, the secrecy of Judgnt identities was only effective for the Low Level mbers; the seniors like Grand Inquisitors had access to the Lower Level mbers’ identity information.
After all, you always need to register your identity when you join, right?
“Of course, Miss, just give your command, and no matter what it is, I will do my utmost to accomplish it,”
With her emotions slightly in check, the Elental Empress also took off the black and white mask on her face, revealing the delicate and beautiful visage beneath.
And those originally normal golden locks began to shift, gaining a kaleidoscope of colors.
Although she now sported a rainbow of Mary Sue hair, this actual Princess Her Royal Highness indeed had the presence to carry what would be unmanageable for an ordinary person.
It gave her the semblance of a princess who might have stepped right out of a fairy tale, an air of fantasy surrounding her.
Yet, despite the fantastical princess appearance, the aura of the prival witch was more akin to that of a queen—brisk and sharp with an unveiled edge and a sense of authority, full of that mature lady charisma.
Well, this was right up Dorothy’s alley.
She had a penchant for strong and dashing big sisters.
The only regret was that this big sister had a normal physique, the type of a light mature woman, and although also graceful and lithe, she wasn’t the kind of ‘large vehicle’ Dorothy was inclined toward.
However, it clearly wasn’t the ti to appreciate a beauty.
Dorothy wasn’t quite satisfied with how Senior Christina was reacting so calmly.
When she first revealed her true self, the other had an expression of sheer disbelief.
But she hadn’t even explained anything yet.
How could you look as if you’ve already understood everything?
Just what exactly do you think you’ve understood?
Dorothy felt that the senior must have misunderstood sothing.
To prevent any unnecessary confusion in the future, she decided to speak plainly first.
“Senior, I truly am a first-year freshman who has just started school.
This is beyond doubt, one hundred percent the truth, more real than gold.
I’m only 16 this year.”
She earnestly spoke this profound truth.
However…
“Right, right, right, I’m well aware, Miss.
You’re 16 years old this year, a first-year newcor at Witch Academy,”
Senior Christina nodded fervently, sincerity shining in her eyes.
She believed this completely, as it was a facade crafted by a major figure, which surely wouldn’t leave any loose ends.
Dorothy: “…”
The hobody witch fell silent for a mont, sowhat speechless; her eyes weren’t blind, and now it was clear that Senior Christina must have so bizarre misunderstanding about her.
But she decided to let it go, no longer in the mood to explain, feeling the more she said, the deeper the misunderstandings would beco.
Ah, what has the world co to these days?
Why does no one believe the truth anymore?
“As you’ve seen, this Witch’s Night has already deviated completely from the authentic history, and the difficulty has skyrocketed.
Moreover, with it being a challenge against the Angel Delegation, we no longer have the leeway to act on our own,”
“Senior, you’re the Club President of the Glorious Sun Society.
You should have contact thods for the other society leaders, right?
I’d like to ask for your help in gathering all the society leaders you can contact.
I want to discuss the issue of cooperation with them all,”
“After all, Senior, you wouldn’t want to see us lose this ti to those angels and have our na engraved on the school’s pillar of sha, would you?”
Dorothy didn’t waste words; she straightforwardly stated her request.
Senior Christina, who had been sowhat nervous at first, thinking Lord Clown had revealed her own identity because there was so especially difficult task for her, was also taken aback, then she breathed a sigh of relief.
What, just this task?
So simple.
Was there a need for such a grand display?
Of course, although she was relieved inwardly, on the surface, the deanor of the prival witch remained impeccable.
“This won’t be hard, Miss.
Rest assured, I’ll arrange everything as quickly as possible,”
Having said this, she took her leave, having accepted the order.
…Contacting societies…
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