Chapter 558: Judgment Order

"You're actually Luciferiel, aren't you?"

Watching the pure white angel, bread clenched between her lips, leaning in as if intent on feeding her this way, Dorothy—who had been hesitant and deeply tempted—suddenly relaxed.

Her demeanor shifted instantly: from a lazy, lethargic fish with ambition but no courage, she became the domineering dragon prince who answered to no one and dared anything.

Hmm, the Fairy King's substitute is now online.

In a situation like this, clearly, whoever softens first, whoever backs down first, will be at a disadvantage.

But the Fairy King was obviously not the type to back down; facing the bread nearly at her lips, she bit down hard and slowly, aggressively, advanced forward with her mouth.

Finally, just as their lips were about to touch, the pure white angel slightly pulled back.

"Miss, why can't you just pretend not to understand and enjoy this?"

Sophiaelia's expressionless face flushed slightly, and her cold gaze finally gained a trace of warmth.

She averted her eyes slightly, then spoke with forced calmness.

"Does it matter whether I'm Luciferiel or Sophiaelia? Avatar and true self are two sides of the same coin—just the same person wearing different personality masks. There's no essential difference. Or are you more aroused by my shy demeanor? Then I seriously underestimated the intensity of your carnal desire, Miss."

As for this, Dorothy, wearing the Fairy King's mindset, wouldn't retreat shyly as she normally would.

Please, she was super brave right now.

She wrapped one arm around the angel's slender waist, pulling her tightly into her lap, while the other hand used a finger to gently lift the roommate's chin—whose ears were already flushed red—forcing her to meet her gaze.

"There's truly no difference—but why can't I have both? I like the wicked Luciferiel and the good Sophiaelia. So why did you just pull back? Or are you afraid?"

The Dragon Witch asked with a light laugh.

Though her face still bore the black-punk girl's makeup, that once-silly rebellion now looked sinister and alluring.

She leaned her face once more toward the pure white angel, so close they could feel each other's breath.

Sophiaelia remained silent.

Well, just as Miss wasn't good at handling Luciferiel, the pure white angel wasn't good at handling the Fairy King either.

After all, this domineering, forceful Miss was exactly the ideal image she had always dreamed of—this was the proper bearing and demeanor of a teacher's heir.

"I'm not afraid. I'm just still nervous—even though I know this nervousness is meaningless, I still can't control it."

Sophiaelia replied with a hint of anger.

Her anger wasn't entirely directed at Miss's teasing; more than anything, it was at her own weakness.

During the Witch Night, it was precisely because she hadn't been ruthless enough, hadn't gone fully evil, had hesitated and lacked decisiveness—that she lost so utterly.

And now, this same weakness prevented her from even overcoming this tiny bit of shame.

After all, her only possible partner is Miss—such intimate contact was bound to happen eventually; there's no need to be shy. Is your courage really this weak, Sophiaelia?

The pure white angel asked herself this with deep self-reproach.

But she truly couldn't control herself—when she'd let Luciferiel take control of her body, it was fine; now that she was back in command, this embarrassing body immediately began flushing and racing with heartbeats.

Especially with Miss holding her so forcefully, her chin feeling the warmth of Miss's fingertips, and Miss's face so close—this was too much stimulation. She felt her body go limp, nearly collapsing into Miss's arms, completely at her mercy.

Just moments ago, she was the aggressor; now, in the blink of an eye, roles had reversed.

Sophiaelia regretted bitterly that she hadn't left control of her body to Luciferiel in the first place—this kind of thing was clearly not her strength.

She hated her own weakness more than anything.

On the other side, Dorothy was thoroughly delighted.

After all, Sophiaelia had always worn that seemingly tough armor—always noble, always strong—but now, Dorothy had stripped it away, and the delicate pure white angel lay right in her arms.

Laughable, the tsundere—now there's no "tsun," only "dere."

Watching the Sophiaelia in her arms, eyes tightly shut, face flushed crimson, utterly defenseless and ready to be claimed, Dorothy swallowed hard.

Damn, how is this look not just as deadly as that previous wicked woman who looked disgusted but always obeyed?

No—this vulnerability, visible only to her, from someone normally so strong, this stark contrast was even more alluring than the wicked woman's seduction.

Especially for a Dragon Witch like her.

Dorothy could already hear the roar of her abyssal dragon nature within, urging her to mercilessly ravage the little white rabbit in her arms.

To brutally bite her, to brand her with her own mark;

To forcefully break her, to make her understand who her true master was.

Damn it, the dragon's conquest instinct was about to go berserk.

The Fairy King was already her unrestrained, hedonistic side; now, combined with this out-of-control dragon instinct, it was almost too much for Dorothy—she nearly couldn't resist kissing her right then.

But Dorothy was the type who loved to say no to those who thought they knew best—even if that person was herself.

"Shut the hell up."

In her soul space, the radiant Sun Soul easily suppressed the berserk dragon nature, and the Fairy King's near-overwhelming impulse was once again restrained by Dorothy's reins.

Hmph, clever Sophiaelia—this pitiful little rabbit act is your second trap, isn't it? I won't fall for it so easily.

I've seen enough, held enough, teased enough—this round's already a win. Time to withdraw.

Dorothy thought to herself.

But…

"I won't stay weak forever. If I can't overcome even this small shame, how will I ever reach the peak?"

Sophiaelia steeled her resolve, suddenly lifting her head, her gaze blazing, those beautiful golden demonic eyes seeming to ignite as she boldly pushed her face forward.

Then, her lips touched something soft.

Emmm… it was a little tentacle.

Where the hell did that tentacle come from?

The pure white angel, who had just mustered the courage to act, only to have it all ruined, cursed inwardly—she was so furious she activated her demonic eyes.

The next instant, she lowered her head in pain, wiping away the tears streaming down her face.

Damn it, I saw something I shouldn't have—what the hell is that invisible witch hat on Miss's head?

Though she'd only glimpsed it for a split second, Sophiaelia nearly lost her sanity—she had seen boundless, unspeakable terror.

She couldn't describe what exactly it was; the fear was beyond words, indescribable. Had her Fate Demon Eyes not been strong enough to shield her from most of the damage, she might have gone mad on the spot—not just wept like now.

Damn it, Damn Qian Bao, what the hell are you doing? Waaah, that tentacle is ruined—it's not clean anymore!

Senior Senior Fan Ni, who had been enjoying the show until her tentacle was suddenly controlled, was disgusted—she rubbed the kissed tentacle against her master's clothes while complaining bitterly.

This was the best part! What the hell are you doing, Damn Qian Bao, you clueless thing?

But the fury of the prankster was instantly silenced by the witch's words.

"What? Are you, Senior Senior Fan Ni-senpai, also so eager to put on a cat-eared maid outfit and serve me?"

Dorothy, still in Fairy King mode, glanced sideways, bluntly asking the future Fourth King.

Senior Senior Fan Ni immediately fell silent, embarrassed—after all, she still owed Damn Qian Bao a maid outfit and a "Master."

But didn't the future Fourth King have any dignity?

Hat-senpai glanced at the poor angelic witch trembling with rage in her master's arms.

If she fulfilled her promise today, she'd be the most humiliated one—this simply couldn't happen.

I'm just a hat. I know nothing.

Senior Senior Fan Ni went into full shutdown mode.

Dorothy didn't care—after all, her prophecy was absolute. Senior Senior Fan Ni could play dead now, but she couldn't hide forever; one day, she'd obediently put on the maid outfit alongside Sophiaelia.

She looked down, meeting the fiery eyes of the roommate in her arms.

Sophiaelia was genuinely furious—she'd finally mustered the courage to overcome her shame, only to be cruelly mocked. If this weren't the teacher's only daughter and the sovereign she'd sworn to serve, she'd already drawn her sword and cut her down.

"Enough fooling around. Let's get to the point. My first kiss is precious—I don't want it taken by your impulsive, half-hearted anger. I'm a pure love warrior; I won't accept any intimacy that isn't freely given out of genuine feeling."

Dorothy was still a little timid inside, but the Fairy King gave her courage.

She released her roommate, then slumped sideways onto the sofa, her long, perfect legs propped up on the coffee table, lazily addressing the still-fuming roommate.

"You suddenly giving me this gift? That's not like you at all. Why the rush? It's like you're desperately trying to leave your last will."

Sophiaelia, too, regained her composure. Even though Miss had already released her waist, the pure white witch didn't hurry to leave her embrace—she nestled close, silent for a moment, then spoke with quiet sorrow.

"Because the time left to me is truly running out."

"Uh…"

Dorothy froze for a moment, then quickly understood.

Well, though Witch Night was over, her roommate's troubles hadn't been resolved—in fact, they'd worsened.

Sophiaelia's angelic bloodline had been exposed outright; her situation in the Witch Academy would now be extremely awkward.

Soon, someone would likely come to her door to "invite" her for a visit.

As Dorothy thought this, her pocket suddenly vibrated. She reached in and pulled out a silver dragon tablet.

It was her Grand Judgment Order.

With a sweep of her spiritual energy, she read the message embedded within.

【Angel Order: All Judges within the Witch Academy, immediately detain Student Council President Sophiaelia and escort her to the Judgment Court Headquarters for orders.】

"Heh, just as I thought—how slow is the Judgment Court? It's been an entire night already."

Dorothy chuckled dryly.

The Angel Order—named as such—was a Judgment Order directly issued by the Grand Judge of the God-King's line. Equivalent orders included the Dragon King's Dragon Order and the Demon King's Demon Order.

These were the three supreme Judgment Orders of the Court; once issued, every Judge was bound to obey.

Clearly, Sophiaelia's secret was out.

Not surprising at all—so many eyes had seen her command the angels during Witch Night; this couldn't be hidden.

Rather, the Judgment Order was late—it should've been issued the moment Witch Night ended. No idea why the Court delayed it until this morning.

"Miss, go ahead and act."

Sophieila also noticed the trembling Dragon Tablet; she shuddered but resignedly extended her hands, waiting for the young mistress before her to place the Magic-Nullifying Shackles upon her.

But Dorothy pressed her Judgment Order and silently sent out a notice.

【Clown Supreme Judgment Order: Everyone, disperse. Return to your duties. I will handle this personally.】

As the Supreme Judge overseeing the Witch Academy district, she was the highest authority in this region.

Thus, the judges across the Witch Academy, who had all been ready to deploy, froze in surprise—and then quietly returned to their homes.

After all, the local magistrate outranks the imperial decree; though the Supreme Judgment Order was high-ranking, the direct order from one's own superior took precedence. Since the Clown Supreme Judge had declared she would handle it personally, no one dared press further.

After all, this was not open defiance—it was only right to obey one's direct superior.

Having settled all that, Dorothy stared at her bound roommate and scratched her head in frustration.

"Tch, my poor routine—definitely fallen apart."

She complained, then winked at Sophieila.

"How about we sneak off and pull the sword now?"

She rubbed her hands together as she made the suggestion.

... The House Witch was eager to try...