Otaku Witch-Chapter 1821 - 941: The King’s Aptitude (Part 2)
Capítulo 1821: Chapter 941: The King’s Aptitude (Part 2)
“Alright, senior, calm down. If you really get into a fight, you’ll just embarrass yourself. We really can’t beat this one.”
Dorothy was also trying hard to soothe her senior, as if calming down a ruffled cat.
Senior Fanny: “….”
Well, Dorothy, you’re very good at comforting, and it’s all true, but really, don’t comfort me like this next time.
Senior Parasol cried even louder.
She was tired; let this world be destroyed. You may ignore me now, but when I wipe out the world, you won’t be able to look down on me then.
“But, senior, why doesn’t this Sage of the Radiant Sun know you?”
Dorothy asked with some confusion.
After all, even her own mother knew about her senior, so why wouldn’t this True Sage know?
“If she didn’t know, I wouldn’t be this angry, but Dorothy, knowing doesn’t equate to recognition.”
Senior Fanny calmed down a bit and said with a sigh.
Dorothy: “??? “
The homebody witch was a bit bewildered. How could there be such inequality?
“Dorothy, a throne is never given by others; it’s something you have to seize with your own Strength. Do you really think it’s that easy to rise to power?”
Senior Parasol was also helpless. She had to start explaining to this master, who really had no interest in power and thus knew little about it.
“Our Witch World is a republic; there’s no concept of a throne. The highest authority is the Council of Sages, and the highest Rank is the Sage. The so-called Witch King is a title, not an actual position.”
“And since it’s a title, naturally it’s given by others, not self-proclaimed. You need to have the Strength and Capital to make others acknowledge you.”
Senior Fanny explained.
And Dorothy wasn’t really stupid. Now that her senior had explained, she immediately understood.
When you think about it, it makes sense. Although they always talk about The Third King, there’s really no king Rank in witch hierarchy; the highest is Sage.
The Three Kings are called that because they are great, not because being the Witch King makes them great.
It is their existence that bestows the honor of the title Demon Lord of Lords, not the position of Witch King that achieved their greatness.
So the inheritance of the throne doesn’t matter. Dorothy’s habitual thinking led her to believe it was similar to coronations among Mortals.
For Senior Fanny, if she really wanted to rise to power in the future, it was simple. As long as she became as great as The Third King, no one in the entire Witch World would dare express any objection, and the matter would naturally be settled.
But clearly, given her current situation, she was still far from truly ascending the throne.
It’s like a Crown Prince in a kingdom of Mortals. Becoming a Crown Prince only means you have the qualification to become an Emperor, but whether you rise to power eventually depends on your own abilities.
And as for the senior Crown Prince…..
Forget it. Just the condition of her “Curse of Knowledge” is enough to disqualify her. If Dorothy were a minister, she wouldn’t let a madwoman take the throne and become her boss.
A madwoman becoming Emperor; this country would be doomed.
“But, senior, you’re the only candidate, without any competitors. What’s there to panic about? They have no choice.”
After figuring things out, Dorothy comforted her senior this way.
But after hearing her comfort, Senior Parasol just looked at her more resentfully.
“Yes, there were no competitors before, but that might not be the case in the future.”
The senior’s tone was sour, like a child seeing their parents have a second child.
Dorothy: “….”
The homebody witch was speechless.
Why are you looking at me? Could I possibly compete with you?
“Senior, you know me. I fear trouble, and I just want to become a real estate tycoon.”
She explained with a dry laugh.
This was also the plain truth.
But Senior Fanny extended a tentacle to lick the cold sweat on the homebody witch’s forehead, then said softly.
“I naturally trust you, Dorothy, but you know, people aren’t always in control of their own fate. Maybe one day your sister suddenly thinks you’re cold and wants to give you an extra coat?”
Dorothy: “…”
She had to admit, her senior’s worries indeed had some validity.
Ugh, she still hadn’t sorted out the inheritance issues on Mother Dragon’s side. What if someday her Good Sister really decides she’s feeling cold?
The more she thought about it, the more she feared, then began looking at Senior Parasol with eyes full of helpless disappointment.
Senior Fanny: “???”
Of course, she knew her master wasn’t interested in the throne. So, except for the genuine resentment she felt earlier towards Evelette, her previous grumble towards Dorothy was all just an act.
She just wanted Dorothy to feel a little guilty and then extort some good meals from her, but Dorothy, could you stop looking at me like this? It’s scary. I won’t eat anymore, is that okay?
At this point, feeling a bit frightened, Senior Fanny began pretending to be just an ordinary parasol, quietly trying to withdraw her tentacles back into the umbrella surface.
But it was already too late.
“Senior, weren’t you always looking for the translation of the magic of Slaying the Three Corpses? Just now, when dancing with Kikyo, I happened to have a small epiphany; let’s start learning after that. Your ‘illness’ needs to be cured.”
Dorothy also said softly.
She was truly enlightened now.
Indeed, a standing tree attracts wind; only under a big tree can one enjoy the shade. She had made a mistake before, being consistently too high-profile. This bad habit must be changed.
Yes, before she was naïve, but moving forward, she wanted to be someone who plants trees.
“No, Dorothy, I really don’t feel any rush.”
Senior Fanny was indeed really scared now.
Though she wanted to cure her ‘illness’, most patients feel fear before entering the operating room.
Senior Fanny suddenly felt she might not be ready yet.
Fortunately, a visitor to the garden saved her.
Dorothy sensed the approach of a guest, so she temporarily let her senior go, then turned, catching sight of Evelette with just one glance.
The petite Flame Demon Witch also happened to look at her, and the two locked eyes.
“Long time no see, Miss Magician.”
With just one glance, Evelette confirmed that the green-haired beauty before her was indeed the person she was looking for.
Although the appearance was clearly a disguise.
But it was enough; she now had proof her memory wasn’t an illusion. The troubled past encounter was finally set free.
“For me, we actually parted not too long ago.”
Dorothy shrugged and spoke honestly.
That night at the circus for her was really only a week or two ago.
At this moment, she had a deeper understanding of the mystical technique of Space-Time.
Yes, for me, a week or two ago could be thousands of years for others.
But the cryptic dialogue between them left others around a bit baffled.
Especially Laura.
“What, you’re the young lady?”
The young Flame Demon Witch had still been looking for the familiar bumpkin young lady figure, but her grandfather’s reaction made her pause, realizing the green-haired beauty in front of her was actually the main character.
But, was the young lady always this pretty?
Laura stared at the peerless beauty in front of her, who was like a flower, making it impossible to look away, unable to connect it with the bumpkin young lady.
She wanted to say she hated the young lady, but now seeing this unparalleled beauty, she suddenly felt she didn’t hate her that much after all.
Yes, even with a large part of her Authority sealed by Senior Parasol, the Face of God still held enough Charm to captivate thousands of young girls.
“Dorothy, did you know Evelette before?”
Senior Fanny was also surprised. She had been wondering why this Sage of the Radiant Sun suddenly visited Dorothy, but now it seemed they had known each other for a while.
Though, after asking, she suddenly remembered something.
Darn, it must be from when I was out of touch.
….Senior is trembling with cold anger….
