Otaku Witch-Chapter 1824 - 943: War and Peace

Capítulo 1824: Chapter 943: War and Peace

Since Dorothy was firm in her stance, Evelette had no choice but to leave regretfully with her granddaughter.

However, after leaving the real Japan and returning to the Mirror World, they still went to watch “How Fantasy Village Was Made,” and after watching the Magic Shadow, the Flame Demon Sage seemed thoughtful, ultimately leaving her recommendation ticket with a smile.

The Homebody Witch watched the whole thing until the Great Sage departed, and then she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Dorothy, do you really have no regrets?”

In her hand, the Eyes of the Stars under the Starry Sky Umbrella Surface of Senior Parasol looked at her with a complex expression and asked.

Even now, senior Fanny couldn’t quite regain her composure from the resolute support shown by the Homebody Witch just now. She just felt a warm feeling inside, realizing that her past kindness to Dorothy was not in vain; this good sister was truly dependable.

However, moved as she was, the Evil God Witch knew her own limits, and given that Dorothy had already shown her so much respect in front of others, she certainly wouldn’t betray her good sister.

“You should have accepted her offer, I truly wouldn’t mind. Honestly, I think you are more suitable to become the Fourth King.”

She said this seriously.

However, in response, Dorothy rolled her eyes.

“My naive senior, did you really think I declined just for your sake?”

“Wasn’t it?”

Senior Fanny was taken aback and asked in surprise.

Darn, did I just feel moved for nothing? Dorothy, if you say this, I will be genuinely hurt; I’m going to cry for you to see.

But she really couldn’t think of any other reason Dorothy would reject such an offer—it was, after all, a token of allegiance from a Sage.

“Of course not,”

Dorothy firmly declared.

Senior Fanny: “….”

The Senior Parasol was about to prepare for a downpour again; the rain that had just subsided on Japan was about to pour heavily once more.

Darn Dorothy, you have truly broken my heart. You heartless one, I’m never lending you Magic Power again.

But before her emotions could fully brew, she heard this annoying Master’s voice again.

“Our feelings for each other are not so valuable as to make me turn down such massive wealth. I genuinely believe that you’re the only one suitable to become the Fourth King. This isn’t an excuse or a lie to protect your reputation; it’s my sincere opinion. You know me—I never lie.”

Dorothy tightly gripped the umbrella handle, then raised her head to look directly into the Eyes of the Stars, speaking earnestly.

“My senior is obviously so amazing; those guys just don’t have the eyes to see it. I recognize your worth—without you, no one else qualifies as my Fourth King.”

Evil God Witch: “….”

The sky over Japan, which had been overcast, suddenly cleared up, and the bright sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the flower fields after the rain, making everything extraordinarily beautiful.

A magnificent rainbow arched over the Flower Plains, everything seemed so wonderful.

“Dorothy, you are so dead, even daring to tease me.”

Under the umbrella surface, tendrils drooped down, rolling up into little fists that weakly punched at the mischievous Master.

Too bad, glaring with the Eyes of the Stars.

Meanwhile, Dorothy enjoyed the massage service of the evil god’s tendrils, finding it somewhat amusing.

My senior, you are truly so naive and adorable, too easy to appease.

“How am I teasing you? Wasn’t I just speaking the truth?”

She reached out, grabbed a tendril dangling in front of her, and played with it, feeling its slippery, ultra-soft texture, then asked in return.

Upon this, senior Fanny instinctively tried to pull back the tendril that was being toyed with by this rogue.

Though they were quite familiar with each other, and these little actions had occurred countless times before, she used to tug at Dorothy’s hair or tease her hands with the tendrils when bored.

But now, something felt off; the tendril caught by this pesky one went limp, feeling as if the fingers of that person were scorching hot.

Moreover, she didn’t dare to look at Dorothy’s face now, knowing this scoundrel wasn’t wearing any disguise at the moment. The indescribable beauty of the Face of God left her unguarded.

Previously, she had built up a bit of resistance, able to withstand being occasionally grazed by its charm if she didn’t stare continuously. But now, she felt her hard-earned resistance faded away, even weaker than before.

Feeling like just a glance would make her fall.

“Truth my foot, let go. You might fool others, but not me. I know you so well, and you rarely speak the truth, not to mention I’m aware of my own worth. Evelette wasn’t wrong; I genuinely lack the demeanor of a king. Apart from this Heavenly Mandate, I’m utterly useless—just a no-hoper.”

The Eyes of the Stars on the umbrella surface turned away, and senior Fanny’s voice emerged.

The voice of the Evil God Witch no longer carried the usual Merry Maker’s joy but turned a little demure, like a delicate willow swaying, somewhat self-pitying.