Chapter 1086: Chapter 640: Japanese Characteristics
Dorothy sat in the Taishi chair brought by the witches, a hard seat feeling both familiar and foreign beneath her.
In the witches’ homes, the chairs are preferred to be soft sofas made of various leather, especially those made of Sub-Dragon Skin and even True Dragon Skin. Sitting on them is particularly soft and comfortable, making one feel wrapped up, like sitting on a cloud.
Having sat on such soft sofas for a long time, sitting on this hard wooden chair again felt a bit uncomfortable, but after adjusting her posture with practiced ease, she was somewhat nostalgic.
Yes, this is the feeling; it’s just like the wooden chair bought for fifty bucks in the market in my past life.
“Alas, the evil witch bourgeois hedonism has ultimately corrupted me. I’m impure, I’m guilty.”
Thus, Dorothy reflected on herself, yet despite her reflection, she actually wished she could add a cushion if she could.
But while others are conducting their case, in such a serious occasion, a homebody witch is indeed too embarrassed to stand up and retrieve her beloved Dragon Skin cushion from her bag.
The socially anxious witch did not want to stand out in this setting.
Forget it, anyway, her hips are quite rounded and her flesh quite ample, a purely natural witch cushion, comfortable and environmentally friendly, much more advanced than any True Dragon Skin cushion.
Even though no one has used the Dorothy cushion before, she still gave herself a good review.
The homebody witch busied herself with these silly thoughts to distract herself.
Okay, mainly because Lord King Yan Luo, with his county magistrate-style of judgment, really made her struggle to hold back laughter.
Even though she was an Eastern person in her past life, such ancient court proceedings were really only seen on TV and in movies, and besides the black-skinned crescent blue sky elder, most memorable yamen scenes were from a certain famous comedy.
Now she can’t help but feel like Lord King Yan Luo might soon slam the gavel and call out, “Guards, prepare the dog-head guillotine!”
Sigh, Chang Wei, your impact is truly far-reaching.
However, due to such attention-diverting mental diffusion, Dorothy noticed that Miss Oiran beside her seemed a bit spaced out.
The homebody witch thought Miss Oiran might be worried her enemy would not receive proper punishment, so she quietly transmitted comforting words.
“Don’t worry, the judgment here in the underworld will surely be fair. This one’s sins will deserve a walk through hell later on.”
She comforted Miss Oiran this way.
But Miss Oiran seemed like she wasn’t concerned about that. Facing the homebody witch’s comfort, Ibuki Yuuki shook her head, then looked at the figure next to Lord Yama with a complicated expression, and not quite sure, transmitted back.
“Lady Dorothy, that Judge looks somewhat like my Mother Superior.”
The Ghost King’s Daughter’s voice trembled slightly; she was somewhat emotional but felt more anxious.
Although she had harbored such expectations knowing her destination was the underworld, but it was merely expectations. Now, as it seemed those expectations might become reality, she found herself unsure.
The homebody witch: “….”
Ah, this…..
Recalling Miss Oiran’s tragic background, Dorothy blinked her eyes stupidly as she came back to her senses to figure out what’s going on, and immediately, her expression became odd.
Before Miss Oiran was born, both her mothers were gone, and she was the ominous offspring crawling out from her deceased birth mother’s belly.
Theoretically, she shouldn’t be able to see her mother again, but considering the current location itself was the resting place of the deceased, what was impossible became possible.
But such a peculiar matter was also Dorothy’s first encounter, leaving her at a loss for a moment.
“Are you sure? And which mother of yours is this?”
The homebody witch, foregoing her earlier awkwardness at witnessing the ceremony, took a closer glance at the Judge witch standing beside the platform.
Hmm, first impression is quite a handsome Big Sister, with a roguish taste that roams among the flowers.
And after a few more looks, she noticed the similarity in the brows and eyes between the Judge and Miss Oiran.
Although Ibuki Yuuki’s overall appearance is that of a charming, seductive beauty, during their duel once she entered her fighting stance, it indeed revealed another aura. Her Ghost King state is less seductive, with a bit more heroic spirit, quite similar to this handsome Judge.
“It’s my paternal Mother, but I’m not certain. At birth, she was too badly injured, almost disfigured; my memory of her looks largely comes from later gathered portraits, but those portraits always differ somewhat from reality.”
Ibuki Yuuki also lowered her head, saying this.
Though she was such a talented witch, born with knowledge, even starting to remember from the womb, upon her birth witnessing the corpses of her two mothers after their long escape, was utterly pitiful.
Her maternal Mother, though travel-worn, kept a relatively clean face, seeming to have been well-protected, so Ibuki Yuuki remembered her birth mother’s looks.