Chapter 142: Motherly Kindness and Filial Piety

"I'll just say it straight. I will serve as the battle-magic coach in the Armed Club for a period of time in the future. I plan to select some students with talent to form a special training class. Do you want to come?"

Youfeiliya didn't have much nonsense. She directly stated her plan, but considering her daughter's mood, she added a sentence.

"This is not an order, just a normal invitation. Whether you accept it or not is up to you, but you shouldn't be able to find a better battle-magic teacher than me in this academy."

Since the 50-year agreement was set before, and it was agreed that she wouldn't interfere too much with her daughter's growth path, Youfeiliya didn't intend to break the contract.

It's just that after all, it's her own daughter, so the Dragon Witch couldn't just let it go completely. At the very least, if there were any good opportunities or good things, she would be the first to think of her own daughter.

She only intended to stay by her daughter's side and cultivate mother-daughter feelings well when she came to the Witch Academy this time.

It's just that appearing in the Witch Academy with such an identity always requires going to say hello to the Academy Head. And when she visited the Academy Head yesterday, the Academy Head saw that she was idle, so she threw this job invitation to her.

Youfeiliya didn't refuse this invitation from the Academy Head. For one thing, this was indeed a quite easy job that wouldn't take up much of her time. For another, cultivating juniors was originally the obligation of powerful witches. A race that is unwilling to spend energy cultivating juniors won't go far. 【142-9

Eufilia had also graduated from the Witch Academy back in the day, and now, as a distinguished alumna, it was only right for her to appropriately give back to her alma mater. Besides, the Academy Head had once been her instructor; although only an instructor and not a master in the true sense, it still counted as a bond between teacher and student. Since it was an invitation from her own teacher, Eufilia would not refuse, both in terms of sentiment and reason.

Although it sounded a bit narcissistic to say so, being able to receive her guidance was indeed a significant opportunity for this group of young witches who had yet to graduate.

And since it was an opportunity, the Dragon Witch naturally would not forget her own daughter.

If Dorothy truly had no interest in the Combat Arts path, then she wouldn't force it, but since this precious daughter had already gone and done the thing where she wanted all nine major factions, then since she had to learn them anyway, who better to learn from? She might as well teach the Combat Arts path herself.

Her statement just now that there was no better Combat Arts teacher in the Witch Academy than her was not bragging; in fact, it could even be considered very humble. After all, in reality, let alone the Witch Academy, even in the entire Witch World, there was only one witch who could say with absolute confidence that she understood Combat Arts better than her, and that was the creator of the Combat Arts path, Lord Long Wang.

Although she was not yet 200 years old this year, she already stood at the pinnacle of the Combat Arts path, becoming one of the few peak Martial Gods beneath Lord Long Wang. Eufilia still had that much confidence.

In the past, it was always others begging her for a bit of guidance, but unfortunately, now facing her own daughter, even a peak Wu Shen had to look on with eager expectation, hoping her rebellious daughter would give her some face.

The Dragon Witch, who had never felt so aggrieved in her life, waited for her daughter's answer.

On the side, Senior Miya, who was familiar with her instructor's overbearing and uncompromising personality, widened her eyes once again.

She had only just managed to recover from the shocking news that her crush was actually the daughter of her most feared devilish instructor, only to see that devilish instructor acting so subserviently in front of her little Yaojing.

Ah, this, Instructor Eufilia, I never expected that someone as cold-blooded and unfeeling as you, who doesn't understand the human heart, would actually be a daughter-slave behind the scenes.

Tsk, if this news were to spread back to the Dragon Kingdom, it would surely drop the jaws of a whole group of people.

On the other side, hearing her mother's invitation, Dorothy also fell into deep thought.

She was slightly conflicted.

Reason did indeed tell Dorothy that this was truly a good opportunity that should not be missed.

After all, regardless of whether she became an Armed Witch or a Research Witch in the future, and whether or not she actually went to the battlefield, there was never any harm in becoming stronger.

One had to know that when facing a threat, having a gun in hand but not being in a rush to use it versus having no gun at all were two completely different mindsets.

She just didn't want to abuse force, but she had no objections to simply strengthening herself; she was very willing, and even quite liked that feeling of gradually becoming stronger.

For her, who had now received the Demon King's blessing, mastering all nine paths was a path she definitely had to take, and since she wanted to dominate all paths, the Combat Arts path was naturally unavoidable; she would have to learn it sooner or later.

In fact, after her previous battle with Ma De Lin, Dorothy had realized that the few moves she had stolen from Senior Miya were fine for bullying amateur players on the Mana Web, but when facing true professional players in reality, they were really not quite enough.

The reason she had agreed to the Succubus Witch's invitation to become some sort of Armed Society nutrition consultant was, to put it bluntly, because she coveted the clause that opened the Armed Society's armory to her; she was here to learn and make up for her shortcomings.

And now that a top-tier big shot like her mother had delivered herself to her doorstep, Dorothy really shouldn't give up; this "biological mother" brand learning machine was much more useful and effective than the "Senior" brand ones from the Eye of True Sight.

It's just that...

Sigh, the bitterness of having one's own mother as a teacher—let's just say those who know, know. It's so easy for them to beat up their own children; one could say there's absolutely no psychological burden.

Senior Miya had just been beaten so miserably; if she were to go up herself, Dorothy felt it might be several times worse.

That looked so painful. Although it sounded very spineless to say so, Dorothy was really quite afraid of pain; she was afraid of it in her past life too. She wondered if there was any training method that could make one stronger without being so painful.

Forget it, stop dreaming. Even in the Witch World, which possessed magic, there was no such thing as getting something for nothing or pies falling from the sky.

Especially the Combat Arts path, which was a notoriously hardship-enduring faction; it emphasized that one cannot see the rainbow without experiencing the storm.

Alright, she confessed; actually, she wasn't incapable of enduring hardship, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to steal techniques from Senior Miya, that hardcore sadist, in the first place. The feeling of being beaten into "Dorothy-chan" time and time again was quite oppressive even if it didn't hurt, and most people couldn't handle it.

The reason she still had reservations was that she was worried that after owing this mother even more, she wouldn't be able to get away.

Sigh, she had a personality that responded to soft approaches but not hard ones. If her mother had forcibly dragged her back, she could have struggled to resist, but she really felt ashamed to accept this kind of selfless giving.

This was also the reason why she would rather agree to work at the Armed Society than directly ask her mother for Combat Arts techniques.

It's just that...

Looking at Long Ma, who was being so "humble" in front of her, Dorothy sighed.

"I'll learn, I'll learn. After all, she's my own mother, it's not like I can cut ties with her. I'll worry about the future later. Anyway, Mother is not even 200 years old yet; she's still young. Who knows how many years it will be before she retires and really needs me to inherit the family business."

Dorothy thought to herself, and then nodded.

"Mm, I'll participate, but Mom, please go easy on me when you hit me; I'm really afraid of pain."

The Home Witch said, shivering.

And opposite her, the Dragon Witch was stunned upon hearing this, then revealed a smile from the bottom of her heart, laughing very happily.

"I'll try my best."

She nodded, promising as much.

..... In the Midst of Motherly Kindness and Daughterly Filial Piety......