Otaku Witch-Chapter 636 - 461. The Art of Pulling_2

It was that very glance that chased away all the heartache from her breakup, healing her completely without any medication.

The young man felt that his past love was like an illusion, only now comprehending what real, breathtaking beauty was.

The young girl also noticed this boy, who seemed somewhat out of place among the crowd. His foolish stupor inexplicably made her laugh, a laugh that diminished her previous worries about her family arranging a marriage for her.

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With Dorothy's determination, coupled with the fact that she wrote the script and knew the plot inside out, she found herself utterly captivated by the sisters' performance. She couldn't tear her eyes away until they finished the scene, and only then did she snap out of it like waking from a dream.

Then the Homebody Witch broke out in a cold sweat, frightened. All she could think was, "What kind of Pava is this? Isn't this Illusion Technique a bit too powerful?"

She did ask, and the two sisters indeed looked puzzled by the question. They had simply been acting and hadn't used any spells.

To such an answer, Dorothy was shocked.

"You call that acting? Then what was with all those special effects I saw? I felt like I was actually there at the banquet, seeing the bustling party and witnessing two people falling in love at first sight, confessing their love for each other with all their hearts."

Damn, were all those effects just in my head?

At that moment, the Homebody Witch felt like all the performances she had seen before couldn't even be called performances. Her views on film and television had been completely redefined by the sisters.'

Is this what witch actresses' acting is like?

Initially, the Homebody Witch was curious why the art of film and television in Witch World was still stuck at the level of musical theater. Given their abilities, creating a Magic Shadow or something similar wouldn't be a problem. Any special effects could be done with a single spell—low cost and good-looking. Wouldn't that be more interesting than the outdated musicals?

She had assumed that perhaps, as a warlike race, witches hadn't developed their arts sufficiently. But now she got it; this was no musical. This was a magical VR experience that truly immersed its audience.

Unfortunately, the only regret was that because she was there as an audience member, the socially anxious Audrey remained mute this time, too embarrassed to speak, and used her broken Puppet for the entire performance instead.

But even such perfunctory dubbing didn't break Dorothy's immersion, which attested to the terrifying skill of Audrey's acting.

This child could definitely become a big star.

Dorothy was utterly convinced of that at the moment.

It's just a pity that genius is often met with envy; such an incredible actress suffered from severe social anxiety, making it impossible for her to perform on stage.

As for recording it, that didn't mean much either, because the ability to transport the audience only worked with a live performance. A recording would just be a regular musical, albeit with slightly better acting but without that heart-stopping effect.

Tsk, anyway, I love it, I love it. Audrey, from now on, I'm your number one fan.

The Homebody Witch declared herself a fan on the spot, but honestly, she was the first outsider to witness Little Fox's performance. Before this, Audrey had only dared to perform in front of family, so to call herself the number one fan wasn't really an exaggeration.

It's just that Dorothy felt slightly annoyed because even though she took the initiative, she was coldly rejected by Little Fox.

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"Sister, while I'm happy that you like my performance, you can only be my second fan. My number one fan already exists, and even you, my sister, can't shake her place," Audrey said with some shyness but firm determination. She seemed to have a mysterious devotion to her number one fan.

Of course, the Homebody Witch wasn't a fool; the undisguised love in that little sister's eyes betrayed her springtime feelings.

Tsk tsk tsk, the tangy scent of love.

Even though Dorothy didn't expect to be single for the rest of her life and had no thoughts about this little sister, suddenly being emphasized by Little Fox like this still made her feel a bit sour.

Hmph, who knows which lucky bastard saved the world in a past life to be so loved by Audrey, this cute and perfect girl. It's enough to make one green with envy.

That day, Dorothy left with a mouthful of lemons.

Even now, remembering Audrey's face filled with someone else's smile still made the Homebody Witch's heart sour. She turned to glance at her roommate and then stared into Sophia's eyes.

"What's the matter? Miss, is there something on my face?"

Perhaps because she was in a different body, not her own but a mortal woman's, she was more easily affected.

Or maybe it was because the Miss across from her wasn't using her own body either, but had appeared before her in a man's body.

Or maybe because they had just watched a romantic opera together, their emotions couldn't help but be influenced by the storyline.

In any case, being stared at so suddenly made Sophia feel somewhat odd, even though she should have been more indifferent than anyone else in such situations, able to hold the gaze until the other person backed down first.

But now, the Pure White Witch first touched her face, then looked away.