Otaku Witch-Chapter 1613 - 854: Mr. Hero (2)
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Therefore, theoretically, as long as there are means to travel through time, self-deception seems not to be particularly difficult.
The only question is whether she can actually reach that level in the future?
Artie has always been quite confident, but her world-ending Destiny Pattern, combined with the suppression of the Twin Kings in the sky, really makes her feel somewhat insecure.
It is exactly this uncertain future that makes it impossible for her to ascertain the facts now.
But why bother to determine it? Wasnβt this uncertainty exactly what I wanted?
Miss Demon King figured everything out and then smiled.
She suddenly no longer felt introverted, but instead broke into a smile towards the Homebody Witch beside her, who just a moment ago wanted to eat her alive.
βWow, you actually solved this problem, thatβs amazing! Can I be your apprentice?β
Dorothy: β??? β
The Homebody Witch looked at Artie, who had suddenly come out of her shell and was smiling sweetly, and was full of question marks.
She suddenly felt that this person was more suited to the Talent of Hundred Faces and Thousand Images than she was, this person was too suitable for studying Sichuan opera.
However, this did not prevent her from decisively shaking her head.
βNo way.β
What a joke, Lord Demon King and The Sage of Lies are best buddies, how could they suddenly become a mentor and mentee?
βUgh, ugh, my head hurts so much, you must have hit my brain just now, I suddenly forgot a lot of knowledge, you have to compensate me.β
Artie was not surprised by this straightforward refusal at all.
After all, being a teacher was something she declared unilaterally; the teacher she had in the Spirit World was just a cold, dream-talking Sun, who probably didnβt know that this Shadow hiding under the sunlight had always respected her as a teacher.
Well, whether you become my teacher has nothing to do with you, whether you agree or not, I think you are, so you are.
Miss Demon King started holding her head, making a fuss and crying.
She had just noticed that once she started crying, the teacher would become gentler.
Hehe, no wonder my teacher is so gentle.
Originally, Artie wrapped around Dorothyβs waist with her arms and snuggled up close.
Dorothy: ββ¦. β
Goodness, youβre all dirty now, with tears and snot all over your face, get off, donβt dirty my clothes, okay? This is my only outfit right now, I donβt even have a change of clothes.
The Homebody Witch disdainfully tried to shake off this inexplicable person, as she really couldnβt understand why this person who held such resentment towards her a moment ago was suddenly so affectionate.
βDoes it have anything to do with that question just now?β
Dorothy speculated in her heart and spoke.
βNow can you tell me where that question came from?β
She was genuinely curious how the Sunβs Blueprint, which should have been known only to her, became known to Miss Demon King of this era, something that should exist only in the dream of the Witchβs Night.
βI dreamt it.β
Miss Demon King replied honestly.
She really did dream of it.
Dorothy: ββ¦..β
The Homebody Witch rolled her eyes.
I donβt believe a thing you say, do dreams connect through time now?
Itβs just that, after all, itβs Artie, who always talks nonsense, thatβs not unusual; whoβs going to believe the wolf-boyβs wolf coming tale?
Moreover, since this person has already pulled herself together, thatβs a good thing. At least thereβs no need to rack oneβs brains, thinking about how to comfort this person.
She thus stretched out her hand to push away the Miss Adhesive Dog-Witch, who always tried to hold her and stick close, and continued following Fenrir ahead.
They were moving further off course, having crossed several Portals from the city center to the outskirts of Night City.
βDo you usually live this far away?β
Dorothy casually asked.
They were about to enter an area resembling a βslumβ.
Although a witchβs slum doesnβt look so deprived, after all, families live only in densely structured villa zones, cohabiting with multiple Exotics, rather than on an independent Sky Island; this is what witches consider poor.
βYou arenβt a Great Witch? It shouldnβt be so difficult for you, right? β
She asked again with some confusion.
Even though Miss Fenrir seemed like an illiterate weakling to her, it has to be admitted that her physical qualities and Magic Power Talent were actually quite good; generally, one wouldnβt fare so poorly unless theyβre incredibly lazy.
After all, Great Witches are always among the top 5% of elite strata in the Witch World; not everyone is a Lord, but having a luxury house, car, and beauty is no big deal.
But Miss Fenrir indeed seemed a bit unfortunate, as a dignified Great Witch not only living in a slum but also having to rely on petty thefts for money, it was quite disgraceful.
Upon hearing the Homebody Witchβs inquiry, Fenrir leading the way couldnβt help but blush.
She knew she was indeed living poorly, but she couldnβt help it; she had too many emotional ties she couldnβt let go of.
βOkay, weβve arrived. But, could you undo my Transforming Art now, otherwise I canβt even pass through the gates?β
Miss Dog-Witch requested.
βActually, Iβve wanted to help undo it for you for a while now, but seeing you rush ahead earlier, I couldnβt find the opportunity.β
