Chapter 972: 595. Experienced driver, take along
Because she wanted to relax a bit, Dorothy naturally switched accounts. She was now using the Fairy King mode, which was as courageous as anything.
Although she was reluctant to admit it, the Fairy King, which originated from her truest side within the Magic Network, was indeed the most honest and joyful among the many incarnations of the hobody witch.
Having fun, just being happy, that’s what the Fairy King specializes in.
It’s just that the hobody witch didn’t expect that as soon as she switched to the Fairy King mode, the first thought that popped into her head was, “Nothing to do today, why not go to Flower Street to drink and listen to music?”
This thought was distressing to Dorothy, who angrily scolded herself for her indulgence and cursed the Fairy King’s whims.
Anyway, after a harsh self-admonishnt and reflecting on her issues, the main consciousness of the hobody witch nodded and agreed to the Fairy King’s proposal.
Well, everyone else makes mistakes first and then reflects on them, but she’s so self-aware that she’s already reflected before making a mistake. And since she’s already reflected, the mistakes she owes feel much more justified.
After all, I’ve already angrily scolded myself with remorse, what more do you want from ?
In any case, hooray, Miss Oiran, here I co.
That’s how Dorothy cheered inwardly.
Only…..
“Young lady, where did you just say you wanted to go?”
A calm voice ca from behind, and the hobody witch imdiately recognized it as the voice of her roommate.
Turning around, she unsurprisingly saw the Angel Witch looking at her with a disdainful gaze like she was garbage.
But could the Fairy King be intimidated? Absolutely not, the Fairy King never backed down.
“Of course, to Flower Street. What’s the matter, don’t you want to go?”
Dorothy calmly repeated her destination and even asked Sophia with so righteous confusion, wearing an expression like, “Don’t pretend, I know you want to go too.”
This amused the Gray Witch, but when Sophia wanted to righteously say, “I really don’t want to go,” she found her resolve was not as firm as she thought.
“Go if you want, which little witch at this age isn’t curious about places like that? Besides, it is quite fun.”
Such thoughts arose in the Gray Witch’s heart, making her frown.
This certainly wasn’t her usual mindset; it was the influence of the Fallen Angel incarnation after rging with Ruthfiel.
“You shut up.”
The Angel Witch, angry enough to scold even herself, shouted at herself, and then her body hair began to fade, and the six dark wings behind her gradually retracted, with the Student Council President once again becoming the Pure White Witch.
Only, strength can regress, but so things can’t, like mories.
The pure Student Council President had been tainted by that indulgent incarnation, and now even a passing thought could organize a “Hundred and Eight Ways to Drink Flower Wine” in her head.
After all, unlike the orderly and bland Sophia, Ruthfiel was truly a self-indulgent angel, sothing evident from her impressive resu as almost the second-in-command of Hell. She was a true demon, a seasoned player in every vice.
Even though she maintained her maximum value to exchange for greater benefits, and remained physically pure until her death, this did not prevent her from being familiar with various tempting indulgent places, having once managed nurous worlds of pleasure as Devil King Lucifer’s assistant herself.
And now, after fully integrating, Ruthfiel’s experiences were effectively Sophia’s experiences, so much so that the pure Council President, despite never having visited such places, was now a master in this field.
It’s no exaggeration to say that she might very well be the most knowledgeable on all of Japan’s islands.
Therefore, does she really have any standing to disdain the young lady?
The Pure White Witch felt a bit shaken.
Because although the young lady spoke out about going to enjoy Flower Street, there was not the slightest worldly desire in her innocent eyes, only curiosity. The kind that says, “I’ve heard so place is fun but have never been, so I want to see what makes it so fun.”
Just by looking into the young lady’s eyes, Sophia even felt a sense of sha.
Well, humans tend to infer others’ thoughts based on their own opinions. The world seen through biased eyes is colored by that bias. She stubbornly thought the world was how she saw it, not realizing it was actually just her own glasses causing the distortion.
Like how the sa beauty licking an ice cream cone would appear completely different to a child and an adult.
Flower Street is similar, and from Ruthfiel’s mories, the Student Council President gathered so useless knowledge, noting that the place indeed had both wholeso and lewd aspects….
Perhaps, the young lady rely wanted to admire the beauties and listen to songs.
“Young lady, don’t you think it’s not appropriate to take this child to Flower Street?”
The Pure White Witch, realizing perhaps her thoughts were the sullied ones, felt a little ashad, but with her thin skin, she turned to the Nine-tailed Fox Witch beside her, using her as a shield.
“Uh, Chairman, Flower Street is quite fun, are there really any issues with that place?”
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