house witch

Chapter 232 231. Queen of the Shadows

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

Damn it, Sophilia, I didn't expect that you, a guy who looks ascetic and sexually indifferent, would have such a vile incarnation. Who are you?

The house witch brought her sleeves to her nose and smelled it. It was full of the perfume smell of the fallen angel sister. Although it actually smells good, it is not too strong. The smell is fresh and elegant, which is aftertaste. It smells like a big sister.

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

"Fresh technique."

She snapped her fingers, and a magical radiance flashed across her body. The house witch smelled it again, and the familiar faint fragrance of flowers came, making her nodded in satisfaction.

Well, I still feel comfortable with my own scent, but it is easy to attract bees and butterflies in summer, which is a bit troublesome.

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

Just as the house witch was running away, Miss Renma stood at the door of the bar and yelled at her.

Nina watched with some reluctance as the figure of the house witch disappeared into the crowd. Just now, she was the aunt who watched the boss and this little witch with a smile. The boss who was approaching had such a clingy side, he just hugged Dorothy and refused to let go.

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

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

"Is she gone?"

When Nina returned to the shop, the fallen angel who had recovered her amiable appearance but always felt inaccessible asked this question.

It's just that compared to the perfect smile that was completely disguised in normal times, the smile on her face at this time is much more real.

After all, the eldest lady just finished stroking like a cat, and she was indeed in a very happy mood.

Well, she likes to see the face of the eldest lady who dislikes her but can't resist her. It's very refreshing, and she always feels that seeing such a young lady has healed all the pressure accumulated in the weekdays. Now It feels great.

Well, this kind of behavior of using the young lady as a decompression toy doesn't seem to be used, at least it didn't arouse the resistance of the main consciousness, and even the main consciousness seemed to be very happy, so it's okay.

Hehe, the shameful body, who suffers every day in front of the eldest lady, can't rely on me to find a place.

"Well, I just left."

Miss Centaur nodded and said so.

"Then Nina, send this out, please."

Sister Fallen Angel picked up a letter on the table and handed it over.

Miss Sagittarius took the letter, then looked at the pitch-black feather on the envelope, she was taken aback for a moment, but soon came back to her senses, and nodded respectfully.

"Yes, boss, I'll do it now."

So, within a few minutes, the leaders of the entire thirteenth ring's alien circle received a warning.

"All alien species are not allowed to harass No. 77, Malika Street, that place is covered by me."

Seeing the inked black feather imprint, the leaders of all the different races fell silent, and then turned their heads to give orders.

Where there is light, there must be shadow.

In the place of Witch Academy, all the light undoubtedly belongs to the witch, and all alien races can only live in the shadow of the witch.

It's just that the number of alien races living in the Witch Academy is actually several times that of the witches, and most of these alien races live in the thirteenth ring, so of course, the major alien race organizations in the thirteenth ring must be Indispensable.

It's just that the high-ranking 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 alien races don't have the guts to provoke the witches, so they just Dare to bully those other races who are weaker than them.

And this is also the reason why the Thirteenth Ring Road has always been chaotic and conflict-prone. Here, people of the same race report to the group for warmth, and people of different races fight with each other. .

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

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

No one of the different races living in the thirteenth ring does not respect, respect, or love Her Majesty the Queen. After all, she is the one who ended the internal friction between the different races, and it is also her blessing. The different races are now living together. Live with a little dignity.

It is with the guidance of the Queen that they are no longer a mess like they used to be, and they can truly feel at ease with each other and cooperate sincerely.

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 if they are witches.

For Her Lady Queen's kindness, all races have always kept in mind, but unfortunately they seem to have been unable to help the Queen, but this time, it seems that it is the first time Her Lady Queen has something to order them, so this matter must be done beautiful.

So, all of a sudden, the entire underground world of the thirteenth ring was surging.

It's just that, as the protagonist of the matter, a certain house witch didn't know anything about it. She was riding a broom leisurely and came to the empty island that already belonged to her.

77 Malika Avenue.

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

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

Well, the busy work is almost done, it's time to start rebuilding.

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

The house witch touched the hat on the top of her head, Senior Sister, and reminded her.

"It's about you."

The hat-senpai muttered dissatisfiedly, but she still changed her body in a distasteful manner, and finally turned into a red hard hat and buckled it on Dorothy's head. She even stretched out two small tentacles as straps. on her chin.

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

"Then start moving bricks."

After putting on the hard hat and feeling full of ritual, Dorothy rolled up the wide sleeves of the magic robe on her body, revealing two white and slender arms.

She is really ready to start moving bricks. After all, the monster-hating materials full of ruins cannot be cheated by magic at all, and can only be cleaned up slowly by hand.

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

"Labor is the most glorious, we workers are powerful, hey"

House Witch Moving Bricks
　The brick mover is online, but it's a bit stuck.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)