House Witch

Chapter 232 231. The Queen in the Shadow

Dorothy finally left the bar as if she was running away. When she left, she felt that she was almost impure.

Damn it, Sofilia, I never thought that a guy like you, who seems to be abstinent and cold-blooded, would have such a bad incarnation. What kind of person are you?

The house witch put her sleeves up to her nose and smelled it. It was filled with the scent of the fallen angel sister's perfume. Although it actually smelled quite good, it wasn't too strong. The smell was fresh and elegant, which was evocative. I feel like a big sister when I smell it.

But Dorothy never wore perfume; she was not used to it.

"Refreshing Technique."

She snapped her fingers, and a radiance of magic flashed through her body. The house witch smelled it again, and the familiar faint fragrance of flowers came, making her nod with satisfaction.

Well, my own scent is still pleasant, but it tends to attract bees and butterflies in the summer, which is a bit troublesome.

"Dorothy, come and play often when you have time."

Just as the otaku witch ran away, Miss Centaur stood at the door of the bar and shouted to her.

Nina watched with some reluctance as the figure of the otaku witch disappeared into the crowd. Just now, her aunt was smiling as she watched the boss and this little witch fight. In the past, she never expected that the otaku witch in her house was so difficult to deal with. The boss who was approaching actually had such a clingy side, he just hugged Dorothy and refused to let go.

Well, it can be seen that the relationship between these two people is really good.

Miss Centaur really hopes that Dorothy can come and play often, so that the boss will not be so lonely.

"Is she gone?"

When Nina returned to the store, the fallen angel, who had regained her appearance of being friendly but always feeling unapproachable, asked this question.

It's just that compared to the perfect smile that was completely disguised on weekdays, the smile on her face now was much more real.

After all, I just finished masturbating the young lady like a cat, and she was indeed in a very happy mood.

Well, she just likes to see the face of the eldest lady who dislikes her but can't resist her. It's very refreshing. She always feels that looking at such eldest lady, even the stress accumulated in daily life has been healed. Now It feels great.

Well, this behavior of treating the eldest lady as a stress-relieving toy does not seem to be considered taking advantage. At least it did not cause resistance from the main consciousness, and even the main consciousness seemed to be very happy, so that's okay.

Haha, I am so shameful that I am humiliated in front of the eldest lady every day. I have to rely on me to find a place.

"Well, just left."

Miss Centaur nodded and said so.

"Then Nina, please send this out, please."

The fallen angel sister picked up a letter on the table and handed it over.

Miss Centaur took the letter and then looked at the dark feather on the envelope. She was slightly startled, but she quickly came back to her senses and nodded respectfully.

"Yes, boss, I'll do it right away."

So, within a few minutes, the leaders of the entire Thirteenth Ring heterogeneous circle received a warning.

"No aliens are allowed to disturb No. 77 Malika Street. I protect that place."

Looking at the inscribed black feather mark, the leaders of the different races fell silent, then turned around and issued instructions.

Where there is light, there must be shadow.

In this place called Witch Academy, all the light belongs to the witch without a doubt, and all the alien races can only live in the shadow of the witch.

It's just that the number of aliens living in Witch Academy is actually several times that of witches, and most of these alien races live in the Thirteenth Ring Road. So of course, the major alien race organizations in the Thirteenth Ring Road are definitely Indispensable.

It's just that the superior witches don't care about the small actions of these weak alien races. After all, in the face of absolute power, all conspiracies and intrigues are paper tigers, and the aliens don't have the guts to provoke the witches, so they can only Dare to bully other races that are weaker than them.

And this is also the reason why the Thirteenth Ring Road has always been chaotic and prone to conflicts. Here, people of the same race join together to keep warm, and it is common for people of different races to fight with each other. The whole situation is a miniature chaos of hundreds of races. .

But this is all in the past, because since the Queen of the Night came five years ago, there is only one voice among the alien races in the Thirteen Rings, and that is to obey Her Majesty the Queen's will.

The bar built at 66 Malika Street is the residence of Her Majesty the Queen.

There is no one of the alien races living in the Thirteenth Ring Road who does not respect, respect, or love Her Majesty the Queen. After all, it was she who ended the internal strife between the alien races, and it was also her blessing that allowed the alien races to live a better life now. A life with some dignity.

With the Queen's guidance, they are no longer as scattered as they were in the past, and can truly work together with peace of mind and sincerely cooperate with each other.

The scattered alien races are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the witch, but the monolithic alien races must be treated with caution even by the witch.

All races have always kept the Queen's kindness in mind, but it is a pity that they are weak and have never been able to help the Queen. And this time, it seems that this is the first time that the Queen has asked them something, so this matter must be done. Pretty.

So, for a time, the entire underground world of Thirteen Rings was turbulent.

However, as the protagonist of the matter, a certain otaku witch knew nothing about it. She was riding a broom leisurely and came to the empty island that already belonged to her.

77 Mallika Street.

"I want to have a home, a place that doesn't need to be too big."

Humming happily to a song that no one in the world could understand, Dorothy landed on the still complete pier of this dilapidated island, and then stared at the ruins of the island in front of her.

Well, everything that needs to be done is almost done, and it’s time to start rebuilding.

"Senior, it's time for you to change your look."

The otaku witch touched the hat on her head and reminded her.

"You are the only one who has many things to do."

The hat senior muttered dissatisfiedly, but she still changed her body in an upright manner, and finally turned into a red helmet and put it on Dorothy's head, and specially stretched out two small tentacles as straps. On her chin.

Well, the Witch's Ace helmet brings you a full sense of security at the construction site.

"Then let's start moving bricks."

After putting on her safety helmet and feeling full of ritual, Dorothy pulled up the wide sleeves of her magic robe, revealing two white and slender arms.

She was really ready to start moving bricks. After all, the devil-hating materials in the ruins couldn't be cheated with magic at all, so they could only be cleaned slowly manually.

But Dorothy didn't care about it. After all, she was building a house for herself.

"Labor is the most glorious, we workers just have the strength, hey"

The house witch is moving bricks

Brickman is online, but a bit stuck.