Chapter 220: The Hypocritical Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel—this is a race with a quite special status.

Categorized by race, they undoubtedly belong to the Angel race, but categorized by faction, they belong to the Hell faction and are a type of demon.

This is a brand-new race formed after angels fell and plummeted into hell.

The origin of the Fallen Angel race stems from a civil war in Heaven. The cause of the civil war is unknown, but the result was that one-third of the angels in Heaven at that time, led by a powerful high-rank angel, abandoned Heaven, fell into hell, and transformed into demons.

Because of this, they are both angels and demons, simultaneously wielding the faith power of angels and the original sin power of demons. Their danger level far exceeds that of ordinary angels or demons, and they belong to the high-risk opponents specially marked in Witch education.

Books say that once you encounter a Fallen Angel opponent on the battlefield, you cannot fight them head-on; it is best to group up and fight together.

Dorothy truly hadn't expected that there would actually be a Fallen Angel in the Witch Academy, and this Fallen Angel was the Faith-path teacher Sophie Liya had introduced to her.

Ah, this...

Listening to the Fallen Angel lady's self-introduction, the Home Witch was at a loss for a moment.

Not good, this Fallen Angel is too strong; my Social Anxiety Rescue Technique is useless. I can't see the favorability bar; what should I say?

Dorothy blinked, staring wide-eyed at the Fallen Angel lady.

Fortunately, this awkwardness didn't last long, because the Centaur lady who had finished the duel returned.

After the Minotaur Witch failed, she actually sobered up from her berserk state. When her IQ returned to the high ground, she realized what she had done and said, her face turned pale, and then she left the bar in low spirits.

Regarding this, the black-evil-force different races in the bar didn't stop her. After all, this was Witch territory; they could teach a Witch a lesson, but if they really hurt someone, the nature of the matter would be different.

Moreover, there was no need to do anything extra. What happened earlier had long been filmed by the fun-seekers and sent to the Mana Web campus forum. This Minotaur Witch would face social death, and at the same time, her remarks from when she lost her mind would also be invited for tea by the campus Correction Team. It is estimated she would get a major demerit and be confined for quite a while.

And the fun-seekers who had no show to watch started drinking their wine again, and the black-evil-force different races also took off their equipment, turning back into ragged little brothers and sisters.

The Centaur lady also took off her armor. She was thinking of properly apologizing to Dorothy and then properly sending this little witch who had almost been frightened away. But when she returned to that corner seat, because the partition barrier of this seat had been destroyed by the Minotaur Witch earlier and hadn't been repaired in time, she saw the Fallen Angel sitting opposite the little witch at a glance.

"Boss, you're back."

Upon seeing this familiar black figure, Miss Nina was slightly startled, then hurriedly stepped forward, greeting respectfully. Then she remembered the mess she had just caused and couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Boss, this time it was my poor handling that caused trouble for the shop. You can deduct today's losses from my salary."

In the Centaur lady's view, the other party was her benefactor who had picked her up five years ago when she was at her lowest and gave her this place to stay. According to the Centaur race's knightly etiquette, she should have served the other party as her master, but it's a pity the other party didn't accept her loyalty.

But this didn't hinder Miss Nina from regarding this benefactor Boss as her lord and serving her.

The Boss, being a Fallen Angel, was naturally a very formidable person. Even in the Witch Academy, she had started this bar from scratch, and she seemed to quite like picking people up from outside. Most of the brothers and sisters in the shop were homeless people the Boss had picked up over the years.

The Boss was also a truly good person. Although she looked a bit hard to get along with, with an arrogant appearance of looking down on everyone, this was merely a side effect of the Fallen Angel race wielding the original sin of arrogance. In fact, hidden beneath this arrogant exterior was an easygoing heart.

Clearly a Calamity-rank race, yet the Boss treated them, these weak different races, equally. Not only did she give them this bar as a place to stay, but she even established an exemption system to protect them.

And the so-called exemption system was to deal with the situation just now. Once they encountered rude guests looking for trouble, they could fight back to their heart's content without worrying about offending Witches; the Boss would help handle the aftereffects.

Although everyone in the shop had one exemption right per month, as the veteran who followed the Boss the earliest, this was still her first time using the exemption right.

She regarded the Boss as her benefactor, so she thought about trying her best not to cause trouble for the Boss. It's just a pity that today she really couldn't endure it anymore, and she was very ashamed of this.

"It's okay, Miss Nina, you fought beautifully just now. Winning is fine; if you had lost, I would have deducted your salary. Since you won, I'll give you a bonus this month."

Lucifer shook her head and said this. Then she disappeared from her seat, and when she appeared again, she was already beside Dorothy, almost sticking to her, which made the little witch feel uncomfortable, and she hurriedly moved inward in her seat.

Regarding this, the Fallen Angel lady didn't care. She pointed to the empty seat opposite and said to the Centaur lady.

"Miss Nina, go get some more wine, and then keep us company for a few drinks."

"Yes, Boss."

Seeing that the Boss had forgiven her so easily and even wanted to give her a bonus, the Centaur lady was greatly moved, and she walked lightly to get the wine.

Just regarding this, Dorothy frowned. She felt for no reason that the Fallen Angel beside her was somewhat annoying.

"Hey, I said, can you stop smiling? I always feel it's a bit hypocritical."

She looked at the perfect smile on the Fallen Angel lady's face, which couldn't find a single flaw, and said.

The Home Witch didn't have any other reason for this; it was purely a flash of inspiration, intuition.

And regarding this, Lucifer didn't get angry either. She quite obediently put away her smile, becoming expressionless. And this appearance, combined with the arrogance emanating from her bones, was actually much more harmonious. At the very least, Dorothy's intuition no longer felt it was out of place.

"Young Lady, since you want to learn the Way of Faith, then naturally you must learn how to harvest faith. What I just displayed was merely the most common and simplest way."

The expressionless Fallen Angel looked at Dorothy and said this.

It's just that her appearance now made the Home Witch's inspiration flash again, inexplicably feeling somewhat familiar.

"Sophie Liya? It's you, right."

She asked this unceremoniously.

Regarding this, the Fallen Angel lady was slightly silent for a moment, then nodded.

"How did you discover it?"

... Fallen Angel is curious... ===== CHAPTER 221 =====