Chapter 226: The Queen in the Shadows

Dorothy finally left this bar as if fleeing. When she left, she felt that she was almost no longer pure.

Damn it, Sophie Liya, I didn't expect that you, a guy who looks like an ascetic and frigid type, would have such a nasty avatar. What kind of person is this?

The Home Witch brought her sleeve to her nose and smelled it. It was full of the perfume smell from the Fallen Angel lady. Although it actually smelled quite good and wasn't very strong, the smell was fresh and elegant, lingering, and it felt like a big sister as soon as you smelled it.

But Dorothy never used perfume; she wasn't used to using that thing.

"Freshness Spell."

She snapped her fingers, and a magic brilliance flashed across her whole body. The Home Witch smelled it again, and that familiar faint scent of flowers came, making her nod with satisfaction.

Hmm, it's still my own smell that smells comfortable. It's just that it's easy to attract bees and butterflies in the summer, which is a bit troublesome.

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

Just when the Home Witch ran away, the Centaur lady stood at the entrance of the bar and shouted at her like this.

Miss Nina looked somewhat reluctantly at the Home Witch's figure disappearing into the crowd. Just now, she had been watching the Boss and this little witch playing around with a motherly smile the whole time. In the past, she would never have expected that her Boss, who was hard to get close to, would have such a clingy side, simply hugging Dorothy and refusing to let go.

Hmm, it can be seen that the relationship between these two is really quite good.

The Centaur lady really hoped that Dorothy would come play often. In that case, the Boss wouldn't be so lonely.

"Is she gone?"

When Miss Nina returned to the shop, the Fallen Angel, who had returned to looking kind but always feeling unapproachable, asked like this.

It's just that compared to the perfect smile that was completely a disguise on weekdays, the smile on her face at this moment was much more real.

After all, having just finished stroking the Young Lady like a cat, she was indeed in a very pleasant mood.

Well, she just liked to see the Young Lady's look of disgust at her but unable to resist. That was very refreshing. She always felt that looking at the Young Lady like this, even the pressure accumulated on weekdays was completely healed. The feeling now was great.

Hmm, this behavior of treating the Young Lady as a stress-relief toy doesn't seem to count as utilization, at least it didn't cause the main consciousness to resist, and even the main consciousness seems to be enjoying it very much, so that's fine.

Hehe, shameful main body, getting beaten up in front of the Young Lady every day. Finding a place back has to rely on me.

"Hmm, just left."

The Centaur lady nodded and said this.

"Then Miss Nina, send this out. Sorry for the trouble."

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

The Centaur lady took this letter, then looked at the pitch-black feather on the envelope, slightly startled, but soon came back to her senses and nodded respectfully.

"Yes, Boss, I'll go handle it right away."

Thus, within a few minutes, the leaders of the different-race circle in the entire Thirteenth Ring received a warning.

"All different races are not allowed to harass 77 Marika Street. That place is covered by me."

And looking at the pitch-black feather imprint on the signature, the leaders of the major different-race organizations were silent one after another, and then turned to issue instructions.

Where there is light, there must be shadow.

In this place called the Witch Academy, all light undoubtedly belongs to Witches, and all different races can only live in the shadow of Witches.

It's just that the number of different races living in the Witch Academy is actually several times that of Witches, and the vast majority of these different races live in the Thirteenth Ring. So naturally, in the Thirteenth Ring, major different-race organizations are indispensable.

It's just that the high and mighty Witches don't care about the small actions of these weak different races. After all, in the face of absolute power, all conspiracies and intrigues are paper tigers, and the different races don't have the guts to provoke Witches. They only dare to oppress other races weaker than them.

And this is also the reason why the Thirteenth Ring has always been relatively chaotic and prone to conflicts. Here, people of the same race group together for warmth, and different races fight each other, which is a common occurrence. The whole thing is a miniature situation of a hundred-race chaotic war.

But these are all things of the past, because ever since the Night Queen descended five years ago, there is now only one voice among the different races in the entire Thirteenth Ring, and that is to obey the will of Her Majesty the Queen.

And the bar built at 66 Marika Street is Her Majesty the Queen's residence.

There is no one living in the Thirteenth Ring who does not fear, respect, and love this Her Majesty the Queen. After all, it was she who ended the mutual internal friction among different races, and it was also her protection that allowed the different races to live a life with a little dignity today.

It was truly with the Queen's guidance that they were no longer the scattered sand of the past, and could truly trust each other to group together and cooperate sincerely.

Scattered different races are not worth mentioning in the eyes of Witches, but different races that are like a solid block are something even Witches must treat with caution.

Regarding the Queen's kindness, various races have always kept it in mind. It's just a pity that the weak them seem to have never been able to help the Queen, and this time, it seems to be the first time the Queen has ordered them to do something, so this matter must be handled beautifully.

Thus, for a time, the underground world of the entire Thirteenth Ring was surging.

It's just that, as the protagonist of the matter, a certain Home Witch knew nothing about this. She was riding a broom leisurely, arriving at the sky island that already belonged to her.

77 Marika Street.

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

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

Hmm, what needed to be busy with was almost done, it was time to start the reconstruction work.

"Senior, you should change your style."

The Home Witch touched Senior Hat on her head and reminded.

"You have so many things."

Senior Hat muttered with dissatisfaction, but she still changed her body with a mouth that said no but a body that said yes, finally transforming into a red safety helmet and buckling it on Dorothy's head, even specially extending two small tentacles as straps to tie under her chin.

Hmm, Witch King brand safety helmet, bringing you full sense of security at the construction site.

"Then let's start moving bricks."

Wearing the safety helmet, after the sense of ritual was full, Dorothy pulled up the wide sleeves of her magic robe, revealing two white and tender slender arms.

She was really preparing to start moving bricks. After all, the anti-magic materials in this full ruin couldn't be cheated with magic, and could only rely on manual labor to slowly clean up.

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

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

... Home Witch is moving bricks... ===== CHAPTER 227 =====