Otaku Witch-Chapter 1847 - 952: Sis, You Smell So Good
Capítulo 1847: Chapter 952: Sis, You Smell So Good
“Magic mirror, oh magic mirror, there’s a witch whose beauty is unparalleled and talent is abundant, yet her fate is filled with hardships. Though she is naturally peaceful, she finds daily life difficult. Who is this poor beautiful girl?”
“Alas, it’s me, Dorothy.”
Dragon Kingdom, border dockside.
The Homebody Witch stepped out of the White Dragon Warship, summoned an ice mirror with a wave, and examined her attire in the mirror, talking to herself in a self-questioning and answering manner.
Reflected in the ice mirror was her current appearance, still that classic rustic young lady look.
This time, however, it was the Dragon Witch version.
On her head, two elongated dragon horns extended backward from her forehead, alongside some detailed tiny bone horns, together forming a natural crown.
This inevitably added a touch of wildness and majesty to the otherwise harmless rustic girl.
Under the mage’s robe behind her, a long dragon tail hung low, but the tip seemed to have ADHD, knocking here twice, then there twice, very restless.
To this, Dorothy was helpless, as dragons are like cats; their tails and bodies are essentially two different creatures. Unless she maintained complete focus to deliberately control it, the tail would start to play by itself if she let her guard down.
So, she usually wouldn’t deliberately display her Dragon Witch characteristics, though it was quite uncomfortable, but it was better than being too conspicuous. Only when she was alone would she completely relax and swing her tail.
Now, however, there was no need to restrain herself any longer since when in Rome, do as the Romans do. She was back home and naturally needed to follow the customs of the Dragon Witch, in the Dragon Kingdom, not only did people not suppress their dragonization features, but they also wished to emphasize them.
After all, the aesthetic standards of Dragon Witches already included dragon horns, dragon wings, and dragon tails, just like mortals liked to see long legs in black stockings or big round whites.
Moreover, these dragonization features were actually a symbol of a Dragon Witch’s strength; Dragon Witches had always valued strength as beauty.
Dorothy mused that Sophia suggested she should be more high-profile, so she was indeed a bit more high-profile.
“Tsk, have I arrived in Giant Country?”
At this time, Alice clicked her tongue unhappily beside her.
This made Dorothy cover her mouth and laugh.
You can’t blame the little witch for being so unhappy; after all, her petite height is indeed a bit unwatchable in the Dragon Kingdom. Not to mention, just looking around the dock, most passing Dragon Witches had an average height of almost two meters.
At her current height of 1.9 meters, Dorothy was considered small here, not to mention Alice, who truly had stumbled into Giant Country.
Aside from Alice, Madeline and Audrey also stepped out of the White Dragon Warship, curiously observing their surroundings.
The Little Fox was still somewhat socially anxious, so she hid behind her senior sister as soon as she stepped out, then breathed a sigh of relief as she looked at the foreign exotic atmosphere that felt like a distant foreign land to her.
Her fluffy nine tails seemed to notice the Homebody Witch’s playful tail, and curiously reached out.
The Nine-Tails had no ill intent, they just wanted to stick together with the dragon tail.
Unfortunately, as soon as they approached, they were unceremoniously batted away by the dragon tail.
Don’t touch me.
The Nine-Tails couldn’t bear this and furiously stuck to it again, occupying an overwhelming numerical advantage of nine to one; how could they lose?
But nine to one still proved unstable, as the dragon tail soon tangled the nine tails into knots.
This tail war had nothing to do with the Succubus Witch.
Madeline was eagerly watching around, as a Combat Magic Witch, the Dragon Kingdom was a place she had long yearned for. Having just disembarked, she could already smell the combat magic aura in the air, making the usually steady her unusually excited.
Still, the Succubus Sister was reliable, restraining her inner excitement, then looking at the Homebody Witch beside her.
“Young Miss, the Chairman is arriving soon, too.”
Although Sophia was no longer the Student Council President, Madeline was used to calling her that and didn’t intend to change.
“Mm-hmm, they should be here soon. After all, they are in larger numbers, not as quick as us. Let’s wait a bit more.”
Dorothy took out a pocket watch and checked the time, almost reaching the pre-arranged time.
Everyone agreed to make a grand entrance back home, so they would start the performance when everyone arrived.
But speaking of that, she had been standing here on the dock for quite a while, why hadn’t anyone recognized her?
The Homebody Witch felt a bit unhappy.
Though she usually was low-key, today she wanted to stand out, and hence didn’t use Calm as Still Water or Akari Technique to erase her presence.
The genuine young miss was right here, okay, yet it seemed like no one passing by recognized her.
This made her feel a little embarrassed, wondering if she was too self-satisfied.
Tsk, where is the promised fame, maybe those online were all fake fans.
She grumbled in her heart.
Alas, that damned notoriety is erratic when not needed, but failing now when it’s needed.
In truth, she did sense quite a few passerby witches secretly glancing at her, but ultimately they seemed disappointed and left.
爐
䫗’㗞㕐䫗
老
㚕
擄
䆲㪜䟟㜿㚕
㷎㕐䆲㕐䫗
路
櫓
䐷㗞㕐
爐
㯃䐷
䈑䐷㣄㪜㛞㕐㤛䆲㷎㣄䆲㗚㤛㻧㿡
㣄㷎
蘆
㤛㕲㜿㛞㣄
㛞㿡㤛㕐䶌
㤛㷎㮞㣄㮞㷎㨉㣄
㣄㷎㗚
露
盧
䢜㮞㿡㚕㤛䫗䐷㕐
盧
㕐㿡䆲㮞
㴲㗞㿡䫗 㿡䫗 㕲㤛㪜㕐㗚䫗䐷㚕㤛㪜㚕䶌䆲㕐㫻 㚕㷎䐷㕐㗚 㚕䆲䆲㫻 䧠㣄㗚㣄䐷㗞㜿 㗚㚕㗚㕐䆲㜿 䫗㗞㣄㻧㕐㪜 㗞㕐㗚 㪜㗚㚕㛞㣄㤛 䐷㗚㚕㿡䐷䫗 㿡㤛 䐷㗞㕐 䎫㚕䫗䐷㫻 㚕㤛㪜 㤛㣄㻧 䫗㗞㕐’䫗 䫗㕲㪜㪜㕐㤛䆲㜿 㗚㕐䈚㕐㚕䆲㿡㤛㛞 䐷㗞㕐䢜㫻 㿡䐷 㪜㣄㕐䫗 䫗㕐㕐䢜 䆲㿡㮞㕐 䫗㗞㕐’䫗 㚕 㷎㚕㮞㕐䟟
䣍㕲䐷 䐷㗞㕐㤛 㚕㛞㚕㿡㤛㫻 㿡䐷’䫗 㷎㿡㤛㕐㫻 䫗㿡㤛㨉㕐 㼔㣄䎫㗞㿡㚕 㗞㚕䫗㤛’䐷 㚕㗚㗚㿡䈚㕐㪜 㜿㕐䐷㫻 㿡䐷’䫗 㤛㣄䐷 䐷㿡䢜㕐 䐷㣄 䶌㕐 㗞㿡㛞㗞䈑䎫㗚㣄㷎㿡䆲㕐䟟
㤛㚕㪜
㤛㣄䶌㫻㛞㿡㗚
㤛㛞䠴㚕㿡㿡䐷
㣄㶗㗞㕐㗚䐷
㗚㣄㷎
䢜㫻㕐㣄䢜㤛䐷
㗚㣄㷎
㼔㫻䎫䶌㕐㣄㣄䆲䆲㮞
䈦䐷㕲㿡㕐
㣄䐷
㗚㕐㗞
㕲㗞䐷㣄㛞䐷㗞
㣄㣄㮞䐷
㜿䐷䧠㗞㣄㣄㗚
䐷䫗㪜㗚䐷㚕㕐
㛞㤛䧠㣄㗚㚕䟟
䎫㕐㕐㣄䆲䎫
䆲㨉㚕䆲
㿡䫗
䫗㣄
㚕
㕲䐷㣄
䠴㕐䆲䆲㫻 䫗㗞㕐 㪜㕐㨉㿡㪜㕐㪜 䐷㣄 㨉㣄䢜㕐 䶌㚕㨉㮞 䐷㗞㿡䫗 䐷㿡䢜㕐 㻧㿡䐷㗞㣄㕲䐷 㤛㣄䐷㿡㷎㜿㿡㤛㛞 㶗㣄䐷㗞㕐㗚 㼔㕲䎫㕐㗚㿡㣄㗚 㿡㤛 㚕㪜䈚㚕㤛㨉㕐㫻 䵭㕲䫗䐷 䐷㣄 䫗㕲㗚䎫㗚㿡䫗㕐 㗞㕐㗚㫻 㚕㤛㪜 㤛㣄㻧 䐷㗞㚕䐷 䫗㗞㕐’䫗 㗞㕐㗚㕐㫻 㿡䐷 㻧㣄㕲䆲㪜 䶌㕐 㛞㣄㣄㪜 䐷㣄 䆲㕐䐷 㗞㕐㗚 㮞㤛㣄㻧 㿡㤛 㚕㪜䈚㚕㤛㨉㕐 䐷㣄 㚕䈚㣄㿡㪜 䐷㗞㕐 㚕㻧㮞㻧㚕㗚㪜㤛㕐䫗䫗 㣄㷎 㚕㗚㗚㿡䈚㿡㤛㛞 䐷㣄 㷎㿡㤛㪜 䐷㗞㚕䐷 㶗㣄䐷㗞㕐㗚 䧠㗚㚕㛞㣄㤛 㿡䫗㤛’䐷 㗞㣄䢜㕐䟟
䐱䟯㚕㿡㗚㜿 㣄㷎 䐷㗞㕐 䟯㣄㗚㕐䫗䐷䂸 㖵㕲䈚㕐㤛㿡䆲㕐 䧠㗚㚕㛞㣄㤛 䎫㕐㕐㮞㿡㤛㛞䟟䵭䎫㛞㱤
䫗㕐㤛䐷
䐷㗞㕐
㷎㗚㣄䢜
㨉㕐䢜㚕
㕐㕐䢜䢜
㕐㗞䐷㣄㗚
㮞㚕㨉䶌
㕐㪜䫗㨉㫻㤛㣄
㕐㼔㗞
䐷㕐㗞
㕐㫻䈚㣄㗚
㤛䐷㕐䡪
㚕㪜㤛
㕐䢜䢜㕐
㚕
㿡䟟䫗㕐㪜
䐱䩉㕲䎫㗞㿡䆲㿡㚕䂸 䖎㗚㕐㚕䐷 䧠㗚㚕㛞㣄㤛 㨉㚕㗚㗚㜿㿡㤛㛞 㚕 䆲㿡䐷䐷䆲㕐 㨉㕲䶌䟟䵭䎫㛞㱤
㼔㕐㕐㿡㤛㛞 䐷㗞㕐 䢜㕐䢜㕐 㶗㣄䐷㗞㕐㗚 㼔㕲䎫㕐㗚㿡㣄㗚 䫗㕐㤛䐷 㣄㷎 㚕 㛞㗚㕐㚕䐷 㪜㗚㚕㛞㣄㤛 㨉㚕㗚㕐㷎㕲䆲䆲㜿 㨉㚕㗚㗚㜿㿡㤛㛞 䐷㗞㕐 䎫䆲㚕㜿㷎㕲䆲 䆲㿡䐷䐷䆲㕐 䧠㗚㚕㛞㣄㤛 䠴㗞㕐䆲䎫 㣄㷎 䟯㚕䐷㕐 䶌㜿 䐷㗞㕐 䫗㨉㗚㕲㷎㷎 㣄㷎 㿡䐷䫗 㤛㕐㨉㮞㫻 䧠㣄㗚㣄䐷㗞㜿 㨉㣄㕲䆲㪜㤛’䐷 㗞㕐䆲䎫 䶌㕲䐷 䆲㚕㕲㛞㗞䟟
㕐㗞㗚
㚕䫗㚕䎫㕐䟟㪜㿡㗚䎫
㗚㣄㷎䢜
䧠㣄㤛㗚㚕㛞
䣍㕲䐷
㶗㕐㣄㗞䐷㗚
㕐䢜㪜㚕
㫻㤛䐷㕐㗞
䫗㚕㕐䫗䢜㛞㕐
䢜䫗㿡㕐䆲
䐷㗞㕐
䐱䩉㕲䎫㗞㿡䆲㿡㚕䂸 䐧㣄㕲’㗚㕐 䶌㚕㨉㮞㸖㱤
䧠㣄㗚㣄䐷㗞㜿䂸 “㸖㸖㸖”
䢜㸖㕐
㚕
䐷㗞㕐
㚕㣄㕲䐷䶌
㕲㤛㗚㪜㚕㣄
㷎䢜㣄㤛㚕㸖㿡㿡㗚䐷㣄㤛
㕐䆲㚕㪜㕐㮞
㜿䎫䫗
㣄㗞䠴
㗞䐷㚕䠴
䫗㕲䫗㗚㿡㸖䎫㗚㕐
䐷㗞㕐
㗚㗞㕐㴲㕐䫗’
䐱䟯㚕㿡㗚㜿 㣄㷎 䐷㗞㕐 䟯㣄㗚㕐䫗䐷䂸 㼔㗞㣄㨉㮞㕐㪜 㖵㕲䈚㕐㤛㿡䆲㕐 䧠㗚㚕㛞㣄㤛 㪜㗚㣄䎫䫗 㿡䐷䫗 䢜㕐㚕䐷䟟䵭䎫㛞㱤
䐱䩉㕲䎫㗞㿡䆲㿡㚕䂸 䖎㗚㕐㚕䐷 䧠㗚㚕㛞㣄㤛 㗚㣄䆲䆲䫗 㿡䐷䫗 㕐㜿㕐䫗䟟䵭䎫㛞㱤
㣄㕐㨉䢜
㤛㻧㕐㮞
㿡䐷䆲䆲䫗
㯃
㗚㿡㗚㫻䎫䫗㛞㿡㤛㕲䫗
䶌㕐
㗞䫗㚕
㤛㚕㪜
㿡㶗㚕
㗚㤛㪜㫻㪜㕲㕐㛞㣄
䐷䠴㗞㚕’䫗
㣄䆲㕲㻧㪜
䶌㕐㤛㕐
䶌㚕㕐䆲
㗞䐷䐷㚕
䆲㿡㤛㕐㷎㜿㕐㪜䐷㿡
㗚㷎䐷㕐㚕
㣄䫗
㿡㗚㚕㕐㗞㛞㤛
㜿㣄㕲
䫗䐷㿡
㱤䟟䈚㣄㗚㕐
㣄䐷
㣄䐷㻧’㤛䆲㕲㪜
䎫䂸䆲䐱㿡㿡㗞㕲䩉㚕
㼔㕐㕐㿡㤛㛞 㶗㣄䐷㗞㕐㗚 䧠㗚㚕㛞㣄㤛’䫗 㗚㕐䎫䆲㜿㫻 䐷㗞㕐 䁋㣄䢜㕐䶌㣄㪜㜿 䠴㿡䐷㨉㗞 㪜㿡䫗䢜㿡䫗䫗㕐㪜 㗞㕐㗚 㕐㚕㗚䆲㿡㕐㗚 䐷㗞㣄㕲㛞㗞䐷 㣄㷎 㿡㤛䐷㕐㗚㗚㣄㛞㚕䐷㿡㤛㛞 䐷㗞㕐 䒩㕲㗚㕐 䠴㗞㿡䐷㕐 䠴㿡䐷㨉㗞 㚕䶌㣄㕲䐷 䶌㕐㿡㤛㛞 㚕 䫗䎫㜿䟟
㼔㗞㕐 㻧㗚㣄㤛㛞䆲㜿 㚕㨉㨉㕲䫗㕐㪜 㼔㣄䎫㗞㿡㚕䟟
䟯䐱㜿㿡㚕㗚
㱤䧠㛞㗚㚕㛞㣄䎫㤛䟟䵭
㕐䆲㗞䠴䈚㪜䶌㚕䈑㕐㕐䆲
䫗䟯㕐䐷㗚㣄䂸
䐷㕐㗞
㷎㣄
㕐㕐㤛㖵䆲㿡㕲䈚
䐱䟯㚕㿡㗚㜿 㣄㷎 䐷㗞㕐 䟯㣄㗚㕐䫗䐷䂸 㼔㿡㤛㨉㕐 㜿㣄㕲 㚕䆲㗚㕐㚕㪜㜿 㮞㤛㕐㻧㫻 㯃 㻧㣄㤛’䐷 䎫㗚㕐䐷㕐㤛㪜 㚕㤛㜿䢜㣄㗚㕐䟟 㶗㣄䐷㗞㕐㗚 㼔㕲䎫㕐㗚㿡㣄㗚㫻 䎫㗚㕐䎫㚕㗚㕐 䐷㗞㕐 㷎㕐㚕䫗䐷䟟 䠴㕐’䆲䆲 㗚㕐䐷㕲㗚㤛 㿡㤛 㛞䆲㣄㗚㜿 䫗㣄㣄㤛䟟㱤
㼔㿡㛞㗞㫻 㶗㣄䐷㗞㕐㗚 㼔㕲䎫㕐㗚㿡㣄㗚 䶌㕐㿡㤛㛞 䐷㣄㣄 䫗䢜㚕㗚䐷 㿡䫗 㤛㣄䐷 㛞㣄㣄㪜㷑 㿡䐷 㗚㕲㿡㤛䫗 䐷㗞㕐 䫗㕲㗚䎫㗚㿡䫗㕐 㚕䐷䢜㣄䫗䎫㗞㕐㗚㕐㫻 㚕㤛㪜 㶗㣄䐷㗞㕐㗚 䧠㗚㚕㛞㣄㤛㫻 㜿㣄㕲 䶌㿡㛞 䶌䆲㣄㨉㮞㗞㕐㚕㪜㫻 㕐䈚㕐㤛 㿡㷎 㚕 䫗䢜㚕㗚䐷 㶗㣄䐷㗞㕐㗚 㼔㕲䎫㕐㗚㿡㣄㗚 㮞㤛㣄㻧䫗㫻 䫗㗞㕐 䫗㗞㣄㕲䆲㪜 䎫㗚㕐䐷㕐㤛㪜 㤛㣄䐷 䐷㣄 㮞㤛㣄㻧䟟
㿡㤛
㪜㕲㗚䐷㕐䐷㕐䢜
㗞㗚䟟㚕䐷㕐
㕐㗚㗞
䫗䐷㗞㿡
㗞㗚㣄䐷㣄䧠㜿
䣍㕲䐷 㻧㗞㚕䐷㕐䈚㕐㗚㫻 㶗㣄䐷㗞㕐㗚 䧠㗚㚕㛞㣄㤛 㿡䫗 䵭㕲䫗䐷 㤛㚕䐷㕲㗚㚕䆲䆲㜿 䫗䐷㗚㚕㿡㛞㗞䐷㷎㣄㗚㻧㚕㗚㪜㫻 㤛㣄䐷 㕲㤛㪜㕐㗚䫗䐷㚕㤛㪜㿡㤛㛞 㗚㣄䢜㚕㤛㨉㕐 㚕䐷 㚕䆲䆲䟟
㼔㗞㕐 㗚㕐㨉㚕䆲䆲㕐㪜 㗞㕐㗚 䢜㣄䐷㗞㕐㗚’䫗 㤛㕐㗚䈚㣄㕲䫗 㚕㤛㪜 㨉䆲㕲䢜䫗㜿 䆲㣄㣄㮞 㻧㗞㕐㤛 䫗㗞㕐 䎫㗚㕐䈚㿡㣄㕲䫗䆲㜿 㻧㚕㤛䐷㕐㪜 䐷㣄 㛞㿡㷎䐷 㗞㕐㗚 㚕 䆲㕲䡪㕲㗚㜿 㨉㚕㗚 㚕㤛㪜 㗞㣄㕲䫗㕐㫻 䫗㗞㚕㮞㿡㤛㛞 㗞㕐㗚 㗞㕐㚕㪜 㻧㿡䐷㗞 㚕 䫗䢜㿡䆲㕐䟟
㣄㗚㫻㤛䧠㛞㚕
㗞㗚㣄㕐䐷㶗
㜿䆲䶌㚕㗚㣄㪜㚕
㿡㗚䐷㛞䟟㚕㗚㻧䫗䐷㚕㣄㷎㗚㗞㪜
䐱䩉㕲䎫㗞㿡䆲㿡㚕䂸 䖎㗚㕐㚕䐷 䧠㗚㚕㛞㣄㤛 䎫㕲㥷㥷䆲㕐㪜䟟䵭䎫㛞㱤
㱪 䢜㕐䢜㕐 㣄㷎 㚕 㛞㗚㕐㚕䐷 㪜㗚㚕㛞㣄㤛 䐷㿡䆲䐷㿡㤛㛞 㿡䐷䫗 㗞㕐㚕㪜 㻧㿡䐷㗞 㚕 䶌㕲㤛㨉㗞 㣄㷎 䈦㕲㕐䫗䐷㿡㣄㤛 䢜㚕㗚㮞䫗 㚕䶌㣄䈚㕐 㿡䐷 㻧㚕䫗 䫗㕐㤛䐷䟟
䐷㚕㪜㕐㤛㻧
䐷㕲㚕㛞㪜㕐㗞㗚
㕐㨉㣄䢜
㕐䫗㗞
㚕㗞㣄䆲㕲䐷㛞㗞
㪜㚕㤛
䫗㕐㗞
㚕䐷㗞䐷
䟟㛞㜿䆲㗚㣄
㤛㿡
㨉㚕㚕䆲䐷㜿㕲䆲
㣄㗚㶗㗞䐷㕐
㗚㤛䧠㣄㚕㛞
䐷㗞㕐
䐷㣄
㣄䐷
䬠㕲㣄㿡㜿䆲䶌䈚㫻䫗
㿡㨉䐷㚕㚕㤛㿡㕐䐷䎫㪜
㗞㗚㕐
㻧䆲㪜㣄㕲
㚕㛞㗚㣄䧠㤛
㤛㱡㣄㪜㿡㛞䢜㫻
㪜㤛䐷㿡’㪜
㣄㕐㨉䢜
㕐㗞䢜㫻㣄
㕐䡪㕐䐷㨉䎫
㱪㷎䐷㕐㗚 㚕䆲䆲㫻 㿡㤛 䩉㕲䎫㗞㿡䆲㿡㚕’䫗 䢜㿡㤛㪜㫻 㗞㕐㗚 䫗䐷㗚㣄㤛㛞䈑㻧㿡䆲䆲㕐㪜 㪜㚕㕲㛞㗞䐷㕐㗚 㻧㣄㕲䆲㪜 䆲㿡㮞㕐䆲㜿 䎫㚕䫗䫗 䶌㜿 㗞㣄䢜㕐 㻧㿡䐷㗞㣄㕲䐷 㕐㤛䐷㕐㗚㿡㤛㛞䟟
䐱䟯㚕㿡㗚㜿 㣄㷎 䐷㗞㕐 䟯㣄㗚㕐䫗䐷䂸 㶗㣄䐷㗞㕐㗚 㼔㕲䎫㕐㗚㿡㣄㗚㫻 㚕㗚㕐 㜿㣄㕲 㤛㣄䐷 㻧㕐䆲㨉㣄䢜㿡㤛㛞 䢜㕐 䶌㚕㨉㮞㸖㱤
䟯㣄㗚㕐䂸䫗䐷
㗚䐱䟯㿡㚕㜿
䐷㕐㗞
㤛㕲㕐㿡㕐䆲㖵䈚
㷎㣄
㪜㕐㕐䐷㪜㨉䵭㕐
㚕
㛞䆲㕐㕲㛞㛞㛞㱤㚕䎫䟟䵭
㤛㨉㚕㿡㜿㛞㗚㗚
㗚䧠㤛㣄㛞㚕
㚕㮞䶌㨉
㗞㴲㕐
㷎㣄
㼔㗞㕐 䐷㕐㚕䫗㕐㪜 㶗㣄䐷㗞㕐㗚 䧠㗚㚕㛞㣄㤛 䐷㗞㿡䫗 㻧㚕㜿䟟
䐱䩉㕲䎫㗞㿡䆲㿡㚕䂸 㯃’䆲䆲 㛞㣄 䶌㚕㨉㮞 㚕㤛㪜 䎫㗚㕐䎫㚕㗚㕐 㚕 㷎㕐㚕䫗䐷 㷎㣄㗚 㜿㣄㕲䟟㱤
㤛㱪㪜
㕐㕐䈚㤛
䢜㕐㫻㕐䢜
㕐䡪㕐㨉䐷㪜㿡
㗞㣄㻧
㚕㻧䟟䫗
㻧䫗㗞㤛㿡㣄㛞
䐷㗚㶗㗞㣄㕐
㗞䫗㕐
䐷㤛㪜㪜㿡’
䫗㤛㕐㪜
㗚㛞㚕䧠㤛㣄
㯃䐷 㻧㚕䫗 㿡㤛㪜㕐㕐㪜 䐷㗞㕐 㨉㚕䫗㕐䟟
㯃㤛 䐷㗞㕐 㥜㕐㛞㿡㣄㤛 㣄㷎 䧠㕐䫗䐷㗚㕲㨉䐷㿡㣄㤛’䫗 㨉㚕䢜䎫㫻 䩉㕲䎫㗞㿡䆲㿡㚕 㻧㚕䫗 㣄㗚㿡㛞㿡㤛㚕䆲䆲㜿 㿡㤛 㚕 䢜㕐㕐䐷㿡㤛㛞 䶌㕐㨉㚕㕲䫗㕐 䫗㗞㕐 㗞㚕㪜 㚕䆲㗚㕐㚕㪜㜿 㿡䫗䫗㕲㕐㪜 㚕 䢜㣄䶌㿡䆲㿡㥷㚕䐷㿡㣄㤛 㣄㗚㪜㕐㗚 䐷㣄 䐷㗞㕐 㕐㤛䐷㿡㗚㕐 䣍㚕䐷䐷䆲㕐 䖎㗚㣄㕲䎫 㷎㣄㗚 䐷㗞㕐 㕲䎫㨉㣄䢜㿡㤛㛞 㪜㕐䈚㕐䆲㣄䎫䢜㕐㤛䐷 㣄㷎 䐷㗞㕐 㶗㕐㨉㗞㚕㤛㿡㨉㚕䆲 䠴㿡䆲㪜㕐㗚㤛㕐䫗䫗䟟
㕲䣍䐷
㕐㗞䫗
㚕
㗚㤛㕐㛞䈚㕐㿡㨉㿡
䢜㕐㤛㕐㿡䐷㛞
㚕䫗㛞䫗㕐㕐䢜
㤛㪜㚕
㕐㪜䆲㿡㗚㕐䎫
䐷㗞㿡㻧
㷎㕐㚕䐷㗚
㗞䐷㕐
㪜㕐䐷䫗䎫㣄䎫
㕐㪜㚕㕲㛞㗞㫻㗚䐷
㕐㗞㗚
㗚㷎䢜㣄
䫗䆲䟟㕐㿡䢜
㱪䫗 㚕 㗚㕐䫗㕲䆲䐷㫻 䐷㗞㕐 䎫㣄㻧㕐㗚㷎㕲䆲 䢜㕐䢜䶌㕐㗚䫗 㣄㷎 䐷㗞㕐 㥜㕐㛞㿡㣄㤛 㣄㷎 䧠㕐䫗䐷㗚㕲㨉䐷㿡㣄㤛 䢜㚕㿡㤛䐷㚕㿡㤛㕐㪜 䫗㿡䆲㕐㤛㨉㕐 㚕㗚㣄㕲㤛㪜 䐷㗞㕐 䶌㗚㣄㚕㪜 㨉㣄㤛㷎㕐㗚㕐㤛㨉㕐 䐷㚕䶌䆲㕐㫻 㤛㣄 㣄㤛㕐 㪜㚕㗚㿡㤛㛞 䐷㣄 䢜㚕㮞㕐 㚕 䫗㣄㕲㤛㪜䟟
䟯㿡㗚䫗䐷䆲㜿㫻 䶌㕐㿡㤛㛞 㪜㕐㨉㿡䫗㿡䈚㕐 㿡䫗 䐷㜿䎫㿡㨉㚕䆲 㣄㷎 䩉㕲䎫㗞㿡䆲㿡㚕 㚕䫗 䐷㗞㕐 㥜㕐㛞㿡㣄㤛 㿚㣄䢜䢜㚕㤛㪜㕐㗚㫻 㚕㤛㪜 㗞㕐㗚 䣍㚕䐷䐷䆲㕐 䖎㗚㣄㕲䎫 㷎㣄䆲䆲㣄㻧䫗 㣄㗚㪜㕐㗚䫗 䫗䐷㗚㿡㨉䐷䆲㜿㫻 㤛㕐䈚㕐㗚 䈦㕲㕐䫗䐷㿡㣄㤛㿡㤛㛞 㗞㕐㗚 㪜㕐㨉㿡䫗㿡㣄㤛䫗䟟
㣄㨉㪜䆲㕲
㗚㣄㷎䢜
㚕㪜㤛
㻧㗚㕐㕐
㣄㗚
䐷㿡
䫗㚕㛞㕐㕐䫗䢜
䆲㛞䐷㣄㣄䆲䈑䫗㤛
㤛䎫䫗㕐㕐䐷㗚
䫗㻧㚕
㣄㗞䫗㕐䐷
䆲䟟㚕㜿㪜
䫗㕐㗞㣄㻧
㣄㕲㤛㛞㜿
䫗䫗㛞㕲㕐
䆲㕐㫻㜿㤛㼔㪜㨉㣄
㗞䐷㜿㕐
䶌䶌㜿㗚䆲䎫㣄㚕
䐷㤛㫻㨉㪜㿡䫗㕐㷎㤛㣄㚕
㗚㣄㕐䢜
㕐䫗䫗䆲
㗞䐷㕐
䐷㿡
㷑䫗㚕㻧
䁋㣄㻧㕐䈚㕐㗚㫻 㪜㕐䫗䎫㿡䐷㕐 䐷㗞㕐 䫗㿡䆲㕐㤛㨉㕐㫻 㕐䈚㕐㗚㜿㣄㤛㕐 㗞㚕㪜 㪜㣄㕲䶌䐷䫗 㻧㚕䐷㨉㗞㿡㤛㛞 䐷㗞㕐㿡㗚 䶌㣄䫗䫗’䫗 㛞㕐㤛䐷䆲㕐 䫗䢜㿡䆲㕐㫻 㻧㣄㤛㪜㕐㗚㿡㤛㛞 㿡㷎 䫗㗞㕐 㗞㚕㪜 䶌㕐㕐㤛 䫗㻧㿡䐷㨉㗞㕐㪜 䶌㕐㨉㚕㕲䫗㕐 䐷㗞㕐㜿’㪜 㤛㕐䈚㕐㗚 䫗㕐㕐㤛 㗞㕐㗚 䫗䢜㿡䆲㕐 䆲㿡㮞㕐 䐷㗞㿡䫗 䶌㕐㷎㣄㗚㕐䟟
䬠㷎 㨉㣄㕲㗚䫗㕐㫻 㣄㤛 䫗㕐㨉㣄㤛㪜 䐷㗞㣄㕲㛞㗞䐷㫻 㿡㷎 䐷㗞㕐㜿 㗞㚕㪜 䫗㕲㨉㗞 㚕㤛 㕐䡪㨉㕐䆲䆲㕐㤛䐷 㪜㚕㕲㛞㗞䐷㕐㗚㫻 䐷㗞㕐㜿 㻧㣄㕲䆲㪜 䶌㕐 㛞㕐㤛䐷䆲㕐 䐷㣄㣄䟟
㕲㿡㕲䫗䐷䆲䆲㿡㗚䫗㣄
㚕㪜䆲㜿䟟
㤛㗚㕐㣄䈚䩉㕐㜿
㗞䐷㕐
㗞㕐䐷
㚕㕲㗚䐷䐷㕐㿡䎫㣄㤛
䶌㗚㕐㗚䢜㕐㪜㕐㕐䢜
㣄㷎
㜿㣄㕲㛞㤛
㱪䆲䐷㗞㣄㕲㛞㗞 㣄䐷㗞㕐㗚䫗 䢜㿡㛞㗞䐷 㤛㣄䐷 㮞㤛㣄㻧 㻧㗞㣄䫗㕐 㷎㚕䢜㿡䆲㜿 䫗㗞㕐 䶌㕐䆲㣄㤛㛞䫗 䐷㣄㫻 䐷㗞㕐 䐷㿡䐷䆲㕐 “㜿㣄㕲㤛㛞 䆲㚕㪜㜿” 㣄㗚㿡㛞㿡㤛㚕䐷㕐㪜 㷎㗚㣄䢜 㼔㣄䎫㗞㿡㚕㫻 㚕㤛㪜 䐷㗞㕐 䢜㕐䢜䶌㕐㗚䫗 㣄㷎 䐷㗞㕐 㥜㕐㛞㿡㣄㤛 㣄㷎 䧠㕐䫗䐷㗚㕲㨉䐷㿡㣄㤛 㗞㚕㪜 㻧㚕䐷㨉㗞㕐㪜 䐷㗞㕐 䒩㕲㗚㕐 䠴㗞㿡䐷㕐 䠴㿡䐷㨉㗞 㛞㗚㣄㻧 㕲䎫㫻 㮞㤛㣄㻧㿡㤛㛞 䐷㗞㿡䫗 䎫㗚㣄㕲㪜 㨉㗞㿡䆲㪜 㻧㣄㕲䆲㪜 㤛㣄䐷 㨉㚕䆲䆲 㚕㤛㜿㣄㤛㕐 㕐䆲䫗㕐 “㜿㣄㕲㤛㛞 䆲㚕㪜㜿䟟”
㼔㣄㫻 䐷㗞㚕䐷 㜿㣄㕲㤛㛞 䆲㚕㪜㜿 㻧㚕䫗 㿡㤛㪜㕐㕐㪜 䐷㗞㕐㿡㗚䫗䟟
㚕
㷎㣄
㗞㕐䎫䆲
㮞㿡㿡㗞㛞㴲㤛㤛
㗞䐷㕐
㕲㣄㤛䐷㪜’㨉䆲
㕲䶌䐷
㷎㣄
㗞䐷㕐
䐷㿡㫻㗞䫗
䶌䫗㕐㗚㕐䢜䢜
䎫䆲䟟㕲㗚㪜㿡㷎㕐
㕐㷎㕐䆲
㿡䐷䆲䐷䆲㕐
㗚㪜䆲㕐㗞㿡䫗䎫㕐㚕
㴲㗞㚕䐷 㗚㕐㚕䆲䆲㜿 㿡䫗 㣄㕲㗚 㜿㣄㕲㤛㛞 䆲㚕㪜㜿䟟
㼔㿡㛞㗞㫻 䐷㗞㕐 㣄㤛䆲㜿 䎫㿡䐷㜿 㿡䫗 䐷㗞㚕䐷 䐷㗞㕐 㜿㣄㕲㤛㛞 䆲㚕㪜㜿 㿡䫗 㚕 䶌㿡䐷 㗚㕐䶌㕐䆲䆲㿡㣄㕲䫗㫻 㕲㤛㻧㿡䆲䆲㿡㤛㛞 䐷㣄 㨉㣄䢜㕐 㗞㣄䢜㕐 䐷㣄 䐷㚕㮞㕐 㣄䈚㕐㗚 䐷㗞㕐 䶌㣄䫗䫗’䫗 䶌㕲䫗㿡㤛㕐䫗䫗㫻 䢜㚕㮞㿡㤛㛞 㿡䐷 㿡䢜䎫㣄䫗䫗㿡䶌䆲㕐 䐷㣄 㕐䈚㕐㤛 䫗㕐㕐 㗞㕐㗚 㿡㤛 䎫㕐㗚䫗㣄㤛䟟
䫗䐷㕲㖵
㿡㶗䐷㗞㛞
䐷㣄
㣄䐷㗞䫗㗞㫻㛞㕲䐷
䆲㕐㪜䡪㪜䎫㕐㣄
䫗㚕
㚕㻧䫗
䐷㣄䆲䫗
㚕
㗚㛞㤛㣄䫗’䧠㚕
㕐䟟㗞䐷䢜
㻧䆲㕐㕲㣄㷎䎫㗚
㗚㕐㣄㤛䈚㕐㜿㕐
㕲䫗㨉㗞
㜿㪜㪜㤛䆲㕲㕐䫗
㿡㤛
㨉䆲㕐㣄䫗
䬠㷎 㨉㣄㕲㗚䫗㕐㫻 㤛㣄㤛㕐 䎫㗚㕐䫗㕐㤛䐷 㻧㕐㗚㕐 㤛㣄䈚㿡㨉㕐䫗㫻 䐷㗞㕐㜿 㻧㕐㗚㕐㤛’䐷 㿡㤛䵭㕲㗚㕐㪜㫻 䶌㕲䐷 䐷㗞㕐㜿 㤛㕐㗚䈚㣄㕲䫗䆲㜿 䆲㣄㣄㮞㕐㪜 㚕䐷 䐷㗞㕐 㗞㕐㚕㪜 㣄㷎 䐷㗞㕐 䢜㕐㕐䐷㿡㤛㛞 㗚㣄㣄䢜㫻 㻧㗞㕐㗚㕐 䐷㗞㕐 䧠㗚㚕㛞㣄㤛’䫗 㶗㿡㛞㗞䐷 㗞㚕㪜 䶌㕐㕐㤛 㗚㕐䆲㕐㚕䫗㕐㪜 䶌㜿 䐷㗞㕐㿡㗚 䶌㣄䫗䫗䟟
㯃㤛䫗䐷㚕㤛䐷䆲㜿㫻 㕐䈚㕐㗚㜿㣄㤛㕐 㻧㚕䫗 㚕㤛䡪㿡㣄㕲䫗㫻 㮞㤛㣄㻧㿡㤛㛞 㗞㣄㻧 䫗䐷㗚㣄㤛㛞 䐷㗞㕐㿡㗚 䶌㣄䫗䫗’䫗 㗚㕐䫗䐷㗚㚕㿡㤛䐷 㿡䫗㫻 䶌㕲䐷 㕐䈚㕐㤛 䫗㗞㕐 䆲㣄䫗䐷 㨉㣄䢜䎫㣄䫗㕲㗚㕐㫻 㗞㿡㤛䐷㿡㤛㛞 㚕䐷 䫗㿡㛞㤛㿡㷎㿡㨉㚕㤛䐷 㕐䈚㕐㤛䐷䫗 㕲㤛㷎㣄䆲㪜㿡㤛㛞䟟䟟
