Chapter 25

At night, Dorothy was packing her luggage in her room.

If it were her past life, this would be a very painful piece of manual labor, but now, one has to admit that magic is truly a great civilization.

The slothful witch just lay lazily on the soft bed thinking about things, while two autonomous Mage Hands in the room were conscientiously and carefully packing and storing items needed for the trip, finally stuffing them into that open small leather suitcase, which had also had a Space Extension Spell cast on its interior.

The interior of this storage suitcase was divided into multiple folding layers; after the space was expanded, each layer had its own independent partition, such as a dedicated potion layer, library layer, clothing and hat area, equipment room, miscellaneous area, and so on, practically a small warehouse.

Even if one were to upgrade the suitcase further, enchant it with a Living Creature Storage Spell, and add a living area, this thing could actually be used as a mobile home; that way, if you couldn't find accommodation while adventuring in the wild, you could move directly into this suitcase, which was very convenient.

Therefore, this thing was quite popular in the Witch World and belonged to the essential items that everyone possessed.

Dorothy's suitcase was a birthday gift from her father a few years ago; it was an out-of-print limited edition handmade by a famous alchemy master, definitely a high-end item. It could not only store living creatures, but its internal storage space was also quite huge, with a total of thirteen expansion layers that could be arranged according to the customer's preferences.

Even the exterior design of the suitcase, besides the initial shape of a carry-on luggage, had dozens of different skins to choose from and switch between, such as backpacks, shoulder bags, briefcases, handbags, etc., to adapt to different clothing matching needs for different occasions; it belonged to the "dream bag" that every little witch dreamed of.

Of course, the price of such a beautiful creation was certainly also very beautiful. Even though her father, as a High-Rank mage, had a high salary in Haiyuecheng and could be considered middle-class even by witch standards, this suitcase had directly drained almost all of his income for about a year and a half, and he was even severely scolded by her stepmother because of it.

Even a homebody like Dorothy, who didn't like going out and had no need for a suitcase at all, was very happy after receiving this gift; after all, she could use this box as a secret base.

No boy could resist the temptation of such a secret base that belonged only to himself, even if it was only a "former boy," that still held true.

Nowadays, the space inside the box had been fully arranged by Dorothy; the top layer was the living area used as a mobile home, and then moving downward, in order, were the library, alchemy room, potion room, equipment vault, training ground, breeding area, plantation, and the various storage areas of the final five layers.

If one were to stand in front of this open suitcase now and look inside, it would be much like looking at an exquisitely detailed, scaled-down children's dollhouse; though small, it had everything one needed. You could not only see the various furniture, instruments, and collectibles inside, but you could also see rare birds and beasts living in the micro-ecosystem in the breeding area, and the miniature garden filled with various flowers and exotic trees in the plantation.

Even though Dorothy had owned this magic box for many years, every time she saw such a scene, besides the pride in the "box-world" she had spent years building, she felt longing and admiration for the great power of those Peak Witches.

Such a treasure, which might be hyped to the heavens in other worlds as something akin to a "heaven in a pot" or a "world in the palm," was merely a plaything in the Witch World that could be bought by anyone with a little money.

Witchcraft is truly breathtaking.

It is no wonder that many indigenous people in worlds conquered by witches would worship witches as if they were gods; in the eyes of those weak races, what difference was there between a witch with such great power and the gods of mythology?

However, at the thought that this magic suitcase was a gift from her father, Dorothy's expression suddenly became somewhat painful—though she no longer had the anatomy to feel pain there.

The farce of the daytime had not yet ended; facing her own outrageous life story, Dorothy could not make up her mind for a moment, and she needed some time to be quiet.

Her parents did not force her to make a choice on the spot; the overbearing Dragon Witch finally stood up and said goodbye very politely, indicating that she would come to visit again tomorrow, and that Dorothy could calm down and make a choice tonight.

But, how is one supposed to choose this? How could it be so easy to choose?

She had originally thought that her "scum" mother had abandoned her husband and daughter, so she had always harbored resentment toward her mother, but now that the misunderstanding was cleared up, she discovered that the one who was actually "scum" was the biological father who had raised her. However, Dorothy truly could not bring herself to hate her father.

After all, more than ten years of family affection were at stake; how could she hate him just like that? Aside from concealing and deceiving her about matters concerning her mother, Adam was a qualified, or even perfect, father in other respects, fulfilling all of Dorothy's fantasies about the role of a father as an orphan in her past life, and the relationship between father and daughter had always been quite good.

Furthermore, Dorothy, who was also a human in her past life, could understand her father's thoughts to some extent; one might ask, what human parent in the world would hope for their children to become cold-blooded invaders and war maniacs in the future?

In this regard, Dorothy's thoughts were actually quite consistent with her father's. Aside from her mother's influence, the reason she didn't want to become an Armed Witch before was more because she didn't like killing. In her past life, she was just an ordinary homebody, not some retired soldier king or anything; she hadn't even killed a chicken before. For you to ask her to suddenly become decisive in killing now was impossible.

However, the cruelty of a witch is engraved in her genes. As a war race that has fought for hundreds of thousands of years, the racial characteristics of being combative, valuing martial arts, and being accustomed to killing and destruction are already engraved in the genes of witches.

Dorothy, who inherited the blood of a witch, would actually be startled by her own witch instincts occasionally. For example, she could now dissect some experimental organisms without changing her expression; not only was she not disgusted by those bloody scenes, but she would instead gradually become excited because of the smell of blood. There was also her fanaticism for battle; even if she still didn't want to be an Armed Witch in her heart, the moment she heard that someone was dueling, she would immediately run over to watch the drama.

Perhaps, just as her father said, such is the nature of a witch, not to mention that the blood she inherited was that of a Dragon Witch, which belongs to the most warlike breed among witches.

Dorothy lay on the bed, stretched her hand toward the ceiling, looked quietly at her seemingly fair and delicate hand, and then exerted a little force.

The next moment, layers upon layers of illusory scales appeared on her white, smooth arm, like natural arm armor. Her exquisite, slender fingers, which looked perfect for playing the piano, instantly mutated into five sharp and keen dragon claws, the tips of which flashed with a chilling, cold light.

She seemed born for killing and conquest; this was her innate talent.

Looking at these ferocious and terrifying natural weapons, Dorothy fell into deep thought.

Previously, out of resentment toward her mother, she had deliberately ignored her talent in this area, but what about the future? Now that the misunderstanding was cleared up, she seemed to have no reason to continue wasting her talent.

"Meow?"

Beside the distressed witch, the kitten that had been born not long ago opened its eyes, looked at its owner with some confusion, and sensing her owner's distress through their telepathic bond, it climbed onto her owner's chest considerately and licked her owner's face.

"Hehe, Bast, that tickles, stop it."

Dorothy, whose face was tickled by the kitten's barbed tongue, dissipated the abnormality on her hand, reached out to pick up the tiny kitten, and held it high.

"Bast, tell me, how should I choose?"

"Meow?"

The kitten, whose intelligence was still low, tilted its head and looked at its owner with a cute, dazed expression.

"Tsk, you really are a useless little waste."

Reaching out to scratch the kitten's chin, making it purr, the distress in Dorothy's heart dissipated quite a bit.

Cats are indeed creatures that bring people joy.

"Come in, don't just stand stupidly at the door; you've been standing there for half an hour, Alice."

Embracing the kitten, Dorothy sat upright on the bed and called out toward the door.

Thus, the door opened, and a little witch with a cautious expression appeared at the doorway. She looked at the Mage Hands that were packing things into the suitcase, and tears immediately streamed down her face.

"Big Sister, don't go, I can't bear to see you leave."

The little witch threw herself into Dorothy's arms, and the impact of her "steel plates" hit the kitten, which was already in its owner's arms, quite hard; fortunately, the owner's soft "cushion" saved its cat life.

"Meow..."

After a sharp cry, the kitten struggled hard to escape from the deep, narrow valley that had suddenly become cramped due to the collision between the steel plates and the mountains.

However, the heartless little witch was clearly too lazy to pay attention to the weak, pitiful, and helpless kitten; she just hugged the big sister in front of her tightly, fearing that if she let go, her sister would disappear.

Regarding this, Dorothy was also somewhat helpless; she reached out to touch her sister's head, rubbing her smooth blonde hair into a bird's nest.

"What are you thinking? Why would I leave? This is just preparing for reporting to school tomorrow."

She had already made her choice in her heart.