Chapter 21: Sudden Visitor

"Hmph, you're lucky this time. Next time, I'll get it back with interest."

After the duel ended, Isabella, who had been teleported out of the arena, touched her chest with lingering fear. The familiar soft and full touch made her breathe a sigh of relief.

It was just that the young lady, who had always been very concerned about face, felt embarrassed to stay any longer after losing the match. After politely saying goodbye to Dorothy with some reluctance, she prepared to leave with her two followers. However, before leaving, she still glared fiercely at the smug Alice and threw out harsh words.

Of course, Alice wasn't afraid of this at all.

"Heh, give up, Fat Salted Fish. You have no chance in this lifetime."

The little witch made a playful face, making the blue-haired young lady almost throw her white gloves at her again.

"Sister, how was my performance just now? Was I very powerful?"

After the indignant Isabella left, Alice acted like a golden retriever dog fawning over its owner, acting coquettishly toward Dorothy, looking for praise.

Regarding this, Dorothy directly rewarded her with a flick to the forehead, causing the little witch to hold her head and cry out in pain.

"It hurts, Sister, what are you doing? I clearly won."

Alice protested while holding her forehead.

"Won your big head. You fell into such an obvious trap at the beginning. If it weren't for Isabella's old habit as an artillery witch acting up at the end, you would have been killed in seconds. Where would the opportunity for the final counter-kill come from? You were just lucky this time."

Dorothy scolded this stupid sister unceremoniously.

The final scene of the duel just now looked very exciting and also exceeded Isabella's expectations, but Dorothy saw it very clearly—this girl was completely gambling with her life.

The moment the Sea Dragon Cannon hit Alice, although it caused her huge damage, it also broke the shackles of the water prison, giving the little witch a moment of freedom. It was precisely this short moment that allowed her to activate her talent ability and complete the desperate survival.

But all this was based on the premise that the finishing move Isabella chose was the Sea Dragon Cannon. Although this 6th-ring magic was powerful, strictly speaking, it was a continuous damage area magic, which was a standard artillery-type spell. It was excellent against groups and useful for clearing the field on the battlefield, but relatively speaking, the single-target damage wasn't outstanding.

That long sea dragon, actually only the dragon head part hit Alice completely, while the body and tail behind basically missed, which allowed the little witch to rely on her thick blood advantage to carry it through.

And what if the finishing move Isabella chose just now was that kind of simple and crude single-target magic? For example, the 6th-ring Polar Ray. In that case, Alice would have frozen together with the water prison on the spot, becoming an ice amber. What kind of "counter-kill with low blood" would she show off then?

Also, it was fortunate that this was just a duel, not a real battlefield. Playing extreme operations like "counter-kill with low blood" on the battlefield was a big taboo. After all, one might encounter a "finishing-off monster" while at low blood at any time. This was too risky. This trend must not be encouraged, especially since Alice was an Armed Witch and would sooner or later go to the battlefield. If this bad habit wasn't corrected in time, Dorothy wondered if she would have to attend this stupid sister's funeral before long.

And facing her sister's merciless scolding, Alice, who had been smug just a moment ago, immediately became dejected.

"Hmph, stinky sister, why don't you go on the field yourself if you have so much to say? You only know how to talk."

The little witch lowered her head and muttered softly.

"What did you say?"

Dorothy frowned and raised her tone.

"I said Sister is right. I won't dare to do it next time. Please teach me the correct way to fight. If it were you dueling Isabella just now, what would you do?"

Alice changed her face like a mask, revealing a fawning smile.

"I'm not an Armed Witch. Why would I be bored enough to duel someone?"

Dorothy shook her head and said unceremoniously.

"Suppose, I'm just supposing."

Alice used the talent of a younger sister to act coquettishly, and the effect was excellent.

Who could refuse such a cute sister? Dorothy had no choice but to simulate the battle scene just now in her mind.

If she were standing in Alice's position?

emmmm........

"The match would probably have ended as soon as it was announced to start."

After a detailed simulation, Dorothy answered like this.

Regarding her sister's answer, Alice fell into silence. After a long time, the little witch sighed.

"Sister, I will protect you well in the future."

The battle ended as soon as it started, which meant Sister would be killed in seconds.

Sigh, there was no helping this. After all, Sister was a half-witch and grew slowly. Although she had comforted Sister before saying that everyone's theoretical limits were about the same, just that the starting line was a bit different, in fact, there really weren't many half-witch big shots in the entire Witch World who could truly close this starting gap.

Sister was already sixteen this year and had just met the 10,000 Mana threshold for entering the Witch Academy, while she herself was only 13, but her total mana was already nearly 190,000. Isabella, who was also a pure-blooded witch, was about the same as her, with over 180,000 mana.

With such a huge mana gap, plus Sister wasn't an Armed Witch good at fighting, it was perfectly normal to be killed in seconds.

Why did I ask this when I was bored just now? It was simply like sprinkling salt on Sister's wounds.

The little witch regretted it endlessly, and at the same time, she secretly made up her mind that she must protect Sister well in the future. Sister's future should be guarded by her.

"Okay, Sister, let's go buy materials quickly. It's getting late. After that, we still have to buy a broom and get the clothes, right?"

Alice, fearing that Sister would fall into sadness, hurriedly changed the subject.

Dorothy: "......"

Although she didn't know what was in Alice's little head again, she was too lazy to ask.

For a homebody like her, she had been out long enough today. Anyway, the melon was eaten, so it would be great if she could finish buying things and go home early.

And the subsequent shopping went very smoothly.

As for spellcasting materials, the material store had specially packaged material kits for new students of the Witch Academy for sale. The quantity was large and the quality was good. The key was that there was a new student discount, which was very comfortable. Dorothy bought three packs directly. At that time, one could be used for previewing, one for class, and one for review. It was beautiful.

After buying the materials, Alice excitedly pulled Dorothy to the flying broom specialty store. As soon as the little witch entered the door, she greeted the shopkeeper witch—a cool-looking big sister witch with a leather jacket, jeans, and a cool hairstyle—very familiarly, and then opened her mouth to ask the shopkeeper to take out the good goods from the bottom of the box for her sister to see...

However, Dorothy naturally blocked the mouth of this racing-crazy sister more skillfully, and then smiled and asked the shopkeeper to recommend a classic broom with the highest cost-performance ratio.

She didn't plan to spend more money on a flying broom. The magic staff had already exceeded the budget before, and a broom, which was just a tool for transportation, really didn't need to be wasted. It was fine as long as it could be used.

Anyway, she was a homebody who didn't go out much. Buying a broom was just for transportation in the academy for the next few years. Racing wasn't allowed in the academy, so those high-end racing-level brooms really weren't necessary.

Also, she actually didn't like riding a broom very much. Just like some people in her previous life liked riding motorcycles and some liked driving cars, Alice was a typical motorcycle fanatic, while Dorothy preferred those stable and comfortable transportation tools.

She planned to get a magic carriage or something after saving enough money to buy a floating island. It would be best if it was that kind of luxury carriage with space expansion, like a recreational vehicle. Riding such a luxury car out was called enjoyment. Who would want to ride a broom every day to be blown by the wind and rained on?

Just like that, amidst Alice's complaints of "Sister, you don't know good goods at all," the sisters left the broom store and, after returning to the clothing store to pick up the finished school uniforms, ended this shopping trip and flew home together.

It is worth mentioning that Miss Mary, the owner of the clothing store, strongly suggested that Dorothy try it on in the store to see the effect, saying that it could be altered if it didn't fit, but was politely declined by Dorothy.

Hehe, with accurate body data, it was impossible for a witch's craftsmanship to result in clothes that didn't fit. She didn't believe the words of this "sp" tailor.

Because they changed to new brooms, it was much faster on the way back. The sisters flew and talked for a while, and that familiar private floating island came into view.

Just...

"Eh, did we have guests at home?"

Alice looked curiously at the extra carriage on the island's parking pad. Judging from the materials and workmanship details of this carriage, this was undoubtedly the kind of luxury car her sister dreamed of—no, it might be the kind of super-top luxury car her sister didn't even dare to think about. The little witch wondered why such a rich person would visit their home, and she was immediately puzzled.

And Dorothy saw the emblem on the carriage box at a glance, and her expression immediately became unkind.

"Damn it, it wouldn't be that guy who came, would it?" ===== CHAPTER 22 =====