Capítulo 1283: Chapter 721: Wicked Woman (Part 2)
Dorothy had never seen such a situation in both her lifetimes combined, and she was immediately on guard.
“Stop, stand still, don’t come any closer.”
She shouted loudly.
So Ruthfiel obediently stopped moving, but those eyes, shining like gold, kept staring at the homebody witch, filled with a pitiful plea.
“And I’m not doing this on purpose, Miss, blame that real self; it was her who made me wait for you here. And the real self is very cunning, Miss, you have no idea, she called the Revelation Fleet as soon as she left Japan, she’s been planning to leave you for a long time.”
Miss Fallen Angel shamelessly exposed even her real self.
Dorothy: “…”
This situation left the homebody witch speechless.
“Actually, I already knew, I saw from the beginning that Sophia was determined to leave.”
She sighed and said.
“Uh…..”
Now it was Ruthfiel’s turn to be dumbfounded.
Really? You could see all that?
Dorothy sat down again on the other side of the hot spring pool and continued to vigilantly stare at the wicked woman opposite her before speaking again.
“I’m not blind, Sophia is much cuter than you, this wicked thing. She can’t hide her emotions, and I know, she’s just a strong-willed person.”
So spoke the homebody witch.
In fact, right from the first time the two met, Dorothy saw that this Pure White Witch was very ambitious and strong-willed, otherwise, they wouldn’t have failed to get along so well initially.
You can’t expect a career-driven woman full of ambitions and a lazy person who only wants to live a carefree life to get along very well.
One is a mighty creature destined to fly high, the other a fish dried with salt every day. If it weren’t for Mother Dragon’s mandatory arrangement, the two probably would have almost no interactions their entire lives.
But fate is fascinating and unpredictable, and they got tangled with each other, entangled tightly, until now irreversibly.
“You knew and yet you let her go?”
This time Ruthfiel didn’t move closer but squatted down into the pool, leaving only her head above water, blowing bubbles idly while gazing disapprovingly at the young lady opposite her.
“My naive young lady, do you really understand a woman’s heart? If you had just asked her to stay back then, the real self wouldn’t have left.”
She seemed eager to forcefully pair them off as she spoke, growing frantic from her shipper impulses.
“I understand, but that’s not interesting.”
Dorothy nodded once more.
“You…..”
Ruthfiel’s eyes widened, truly exasperated this time.
What kind of person is this, watching drives one crazy! Knowing everything but deliberately keeping people in suspense!
She opened her mouth, about to rant, but the homebody witch spoke first.
“The one I’ve known, admired is the ever ambitious Pure White Witch wanting to excel in everything. From the moment I first saw her, I envisioned her sitting on the throne high above in my Inspiration. Since then, I knew she would surely become the King of Angels.”
“That’s her ambition, her life’s plan. Isn’t it good for people to walk on the path of chasing their dreams?”
“It’s always the people who hold ideals and strive to realize them that are most charming, and I like that kind of Sophia.”
Dorothy’s gaze flickered with memories as she recalled the first time they met, both eyeing the same book and locking eyes through the gap in the bookshelves.
Even now, she clearly remembers the astonishment felt at that moment.
“So what’s there to stop her? She was meant to be a ruler high above, should I selfishly clip her wings and confine her by my side like a caged bird?”
The homebody witch smiled as she said this, gazing at the Fallen Angel opposite her.
Despite always wearing a teasing smile, Ruthfiel fell silent, bowing her head and going expressionless, resembling Sophia precisely except for the different hair color.
Or rather, that’s the true visage of this Fallen Angel Demon God who almost became the King of Hell in another timeline.
She who ought to be the Demon Lord of Pride seemed instead on the cusp of becoming the Envy Demon God.
Sour, utterly sour, very sour indeed.
Damn, I’m so envious, so jealous, why didn’t I meet my own young lady back then?
Ruthfiel’s heart was swallowed heavily by jealousy.
Is this why I am a familiar, and the real self is the real self?
“Hmph, it sounds nice, but eventually separate, Miss. People change, beware that when the real self truly ascends high, she may outright abandon you.”
Again she mercilessly maligned her own self.
“That’s impossible, that’s absolutely impossible. Though our dreams differ, she and I share a true camaraderie, all we want is a home, so surely we will meet again in the future.”
“Every farewell is only awaiting the next meeting. Even an eagle soaring in the sky will eventually rest, and besides, we are witches, immortal witches, with plenty of time to wait for the future.”
Dorothy wasn’t provoked by the lemon fairy’s divisive tactics. She gracefully poured herself another cup of wine and raised it high toward the moon.
“Though miles apart, shared moonlight persists.”
Maybe she was indeed a bit drunk; this person who disliked awkwardness unexpectedly showed a hint of poetic inclination and said that in passing before gulping down the wine.
Ruthfiel: “…..”
The Fallen Angel Witch also looked up at the large silver moon above, falling into deeper silence.
My young lady, have you forgotten, no matter how the familiar may have personality, it is still just a familiar; in essence, I am still Sophia.
She too raised her head, gazing at the big silver moon above.
Moonlight like water, moonlit night pure and bright.
Under this moonlight, on the throne of the large fleet heading to the frontline, the originally calm Pure White Witch suddenly turned beet red, steam rising above her head.
The struggle in her heart was instantly gone.
……
Next morning, Dorothy woke up groggily from her bed, rubbed her eyes, and looked around in confusion.
Hmm, it’s a familiar ceiling; clearly, it’s my own room.
With that thought, she prepared to lie back down for some extra nap time since it was summer vacation and no school.
But, just as she snuggled her beloved Angel’s Velvet blanket, clamped it between her legs, rolled over, and adjusted her sleeping position, she found herself eye-to-eye with someone, staring wide-eyed.
Homebody Witch: “????”
What’s going on? Am I still asleep, why is there a person beside my pillow?
Dorothy was full of question marks.
“Good morning, Miss, you were wonderful last night.”
Just as the homebody witch combing through her Memory Palace, wondering if she missed some major plot, the black-haired beauty opposite her blinked her eyes and said.
Homebody Witch: “????”
Damn, so what exactly did I miss?
She glanced at her clothes.
Yes, it’s her beloved Puppet Dragon pajamas.
Then she swiftly lifted the blanket, looking at the person beside her, only to see them wearing the witch hat neatly.
Tsk, damn, being mocked by this wicked woman again.
For a moment, Dorothy didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed.
“Hahaha, Miss, disappointed? How about I come wearing pajamas next time?”
The sly Miss Fallen Angel laughed heartily.
“Get out of here.”
The beautiful new day began with the homebody witch’s roar.
…Dorothy screaming…..