Otaku Witch-Chapter 752 - 507

752: 507.

Such Twin Kings_2

752: 507.

Such Twin Kings_2

Dorothy began frantically messaging Hat Senior Sister in her mind, a hundred questions in a second, clearly in a rush.

And this time, senior Fanny did not go offline like she had when facing Athena before; she was online throughout.

However, faced with the Homebody Witch’s relentless barrage of questions, the other side of the consciousness link only let through a muffled chuckle.

Dorothy: “…”

Comrades, now silence is truly more powerful than words, huh?

Looks like Merry Maker has really gone mad with joy.

Oh brother, we’re screwed.

What kind of messed-up Witch’s Night is this?

Wasn’t it supposed to be a communication event for the younger students?

Why does it look more like a bigwig’s gathering now?

Damn, what’s even the point of playing this?

Although senior Fanny didn’t directly answer her questions, Dorothy understood everything based on Hat Senior Sister’s reaction of daring only to snicker without saying a word.

In an instant, her mindset began to crumble.

Indeed, there are no wrong nicknames, only mistaken names; I am truly the Clown myself.

But when you owe someone ten thousand bucks, you worry and fear every day; yet, when your debt reaches several targets, your mindset becomes much calmer, after all, being anxious about a big problem is pointless.

Dorothy recovered unexpectedly fast; her breakdown lasted less than a second before she suddenly swelled with pride.

Tsk, I truly am the boss, easily achieving the feat of gathering The Third King.

Can other witches do that?

Not only was she no longer panicked, she even felt a small sense of pride as she thought this.

Even Senior Joyful, who pretended to be dead and dared not speak, couldn’t help but extend a tentacle to give her a big thumbs up for her great courage.

Impressive, my dear Dorothy.

“Hmm, good job with the changes, keep practicing like that,” Dorothy slightly composed herself, then nodded to Emora, who was waiting for her feedback, and spoke these words as normal.

She had now extinguished the idea of giving her Dragon Demon Super Solution to Little Fatty Dragon; after all, it was more appropriate for the Dragon King’s previous life to practice the authentic Dragon King Battle Technique.

The Homebody Witch who had missed out on a tool person felt a tinge of regret.

As for how to treat Emora from now on, the Homebody Witch felt it was all just a big dream.

In dreams, is there really any talk of one being nobler than another?

If you don’t dare to be wild in your dreams, when will you ever let loose?

Hmph, it’s just The Third King!

This time I, Dorothy, will be the sister of the Divine King, keeper of the Dragon King, and guardian of the Devil King.

Let’s see who agrees or disagrees.

Having understood everything, Dorothy casually took out a piece of cake from her pocket and fed it to the eagerly awaiting Little Fatty Dragon as a reward.

She had always been clear on rewards and punishments; since Emora performed well during the morning run, giving her a small reward would have a good motivational effect, especially for a lazy character like Little Fatty Dragon.

The Little Fatty Dragon, who was already wagging her tail happily from the praise, brightened up even more at the sight of an extra treat and suddenly didn’t feel tired at all.

She even thought one run a day wasn’t enough, hoping for an afternoon run, evening run, and even a night run.

Indeed, Emora loved to exercise the most.

Unfortunately, the Homebody Witch didn’t pay much attention to this eager little ancestor and turned to look at the Evil Breed Little Loli instead.

Just as well-behaved Emora had received a reward, the Evil Breed Little Loli, who had not been able to complete the entire run, would have to be punished.

“Alright, go take a bath first, and then Artie, you come with me to the lab.

Since you’re lacking physically, you’ll have to work double on the academic material,” Dorothy said.

For the indignant yet speechless Evil Breed Little Loli, there was no option but to follow Homebody Witch with a hangdog air into the church.

Even now, seeing Emora basking in glory made Artie all the more furious.

The cursed fatty, just you wait; I will have my revenge for today’s humiliation, I won’t be smug for long.

The Little Loli who didn’t dare to be angry at that bad woman could only resentfully blame Little Fatty Dragon who was beside her.

Unfortunately, Emora didn’t take Artie’s glaring and menacing looks seriously; Little Fatty Dragon was still savoring the flavor of the cake she had just eaten.

Feeling ignored, Artie got even angrier.

The three of them thus arrived at the church’s bathhouse.

Originally, there was no such luxury as a bathhouse in Adam’s small church; after all, a Medieval dilapidated church wasn’t that fancy, and people of that era hardly bathed at all.

It was more convenient to just find a river when they needed to wash.

But after Homebody Witch arrived, she added the bathhouse.

As a civil engineering witch, building a large bathhouse wasn’t a difficult task for her.

Back in Act One, she often used to soak in the bath with her sisters, chatting away, but dreams are just dreams.

In the blink of an eye, this bathhouse that was new in her memory now had over five hundred years of history as an old building.

However, it was evident that Denisha had done a good job maintaining the church; apart from a few additional signs of the passage of time, there wasn’t much change to the bathhouse.

Dorothy skillfully activated the Water-based Magic Array inscribed inside the bathhouse.

Then, clear water began to gush from the void, quickly filling the huge pool that could accommodate dozens of girls frolicking together.