Chapter 763: The Threat from the Spirit Realm

Inside the Haunted House World, Dorothy and the others naturally had no way of knowing about the exchange between the masterminds outside. At this moment, they were sitting in a circle amidst the ice and snow, eating hot pot.

The White Dragon Battleship was parked in a valley, acting as a windbreak. It was currently in its mechanical dragon form, its broad dragon wings spread out, blocking the blizzard above the witches' heads just like a tent.

Dorothy used the materials at hand, shaping a crystal-clear round table out of the ice and snow that could be seen everywhere in this world, leaving a hollow in the center of the table to place the pot.

She casually tossed a Fireball spell into it, which served as the heat source for the hot pot.

Dorothy herself was quite relaxed, but this operation of hers—starting a fire on ice—made the sisters beside her sigh inwardly at the terrifying precision of this person.

Especially Wendy, who was not yet very familiar with Dorothy; the Wendigo witch miss marveled in her heart at the exquisite spellcasting techniques of this mysterious witch, who might very well be her true sister.

Starting a fire on ice was something she could do too, but making the two not affect each other at all was a bit difficult. Of course, she could also add some transparent isolation method between the two; such a slightly "cheating" method was quite easy, but she could tell that the Clown did not use such cheating methods.

The way the ice and fire blended in her hands, perfectly harmonious with each other, was entirely due to a hand of exquisite micro-manipulation, a manifestation of absolute control over her own incantations and magic.

This move seemed unremarkable at first glance, and laypeople might think it was nothing special, but laypeople watch the spectacle while experts watch the technique. Wendy herself was a witch of the Evocation School, and she had a particular accomplishment in ice and snow magic, so she could see the terror of this move even more clearly.

Hearing thunder in a silent place—the gap between true masters and ordinary people often does not lie in the level of the incantations they master, but in these tiny details.

Even if you didn't let the strong use forbidden spells and everyone only used basic incantations to fight, those big shots could often wipe out ordinary witches with a casual move, relying on these detailed techniques.

Therefore, this Clown's accomplishment in the Evocation School must be quite high.

Just as she was thinking this, an incomparably beautiful blade light unfolded before her eyes like a flower gradually blooming.

That was Dorothy slicing meat.

She took a huge pig-dragon leg out of her pocket.

The pig-dragon was considered a rather embarrassing type among sub-dragons. Although its combat power was actually not weak, because its meat was very delicious, it was often raised as livestock by some powerful races. In the Witch World, there were many dragon farms that specifically raised pig-dragon herds, and this was also a relatively common spiritual ingredient on the market.

However, although common, it did not mean it was mediocre. Even after eating various rare high-end ingredients recently, Dorothy still felt that the ones she could never get tired of were these cute little piggies.

This leg meat was top-quality ham that she had marinated and smoked in advance. Usually, she couldn't bear to eat it herself, but today, since the sisters were all here, it had to be taken out to share with everyone.

So, Dorothy casually picked up her beloved kitchen knife from the side. Dragon Breath, activate.

That gorgeous blade light flashed and vanished, so fast that even a witch's eyes could hardly see it clearly, but that pig-dragon ham, which had been quite complete just a moment ago...

Well, it was still a complete piece.

It was just that, as Dorothy reached out and gently stroked it, those thin slices of meat gradually scattered down, each one as thin as a cicada's wing, and each one the same size.

Well, to be honest, such thin slices of meat aren't really suitable for hot pot; they tend to fall apart when scalded. But although the name contains "pig," this is, after all, dragon meat. It was the chewiness of the dragon meat that gave this Home Witch the chance to show off her knife skills.

"Hmm, after comprehending Dragon Breath, my knife skills have improved to a new level. As expected of me, truly awesome."

Looking at the ham slices that looked like works of art, Dorothy nodded with satisfaction.

Yay, this was the correct way to use her Dragon Breath blade technique.

Feeling that her touch was back, Dorothy then took out other ingredients and began to get busy.

Slicing.

However, those blade lights and sword shadows flashing with cold light made the Wendigo witch on the side even more shocked.

Although when she was at the Tribunal before, this Clown had once shown her that almost miraculous art of slow slicing, Wendy knew then that this sister's knife skills were excellent. But looking at it now, it had only been a few months, and it had improved to a new level?

Wasn't it said that the later the breakthrough, the more difficult it is? I'm also considered a Martial Saint, and I feel that my breakthrough is still far off. How can you, a Martial God, find realm breakthroughs as easy as eating and drinking?

Wendy couldn't understand, but she was greatly shocked.

"Your Highness, you don't need to mind the Little Yaojing. Anyway, you'll get used to it later; she has many tricks. Let's talk about the current situation."

On the side, the witches who were waiting for the meal were idle anyway, and they really couldn't intervene in the cooking. So, they had to talk about something else. Senior Miya spoke first, looking at the Wendigo witch and saying so.

Although Wendy did not loudly announce her identity as the little princess of the Demon King's family—on the contrary, she had always been quite low-key in the past—everyone present, except for a certain cook who was busy, came from prominent families.

The top circles in any world were quite small, and information and intelligence circulated quickly. Especially for a merchant like the Golden Princess, collecting information on any potential big gold master was a basic skill.

Information is wealth.

As early as their first meeting, Senior Miya had already recognized this Miss Wendigo's identity.

This was the Demon King's youngest daughter, and also the most pampered little princess in the entire Demon Wang Cheng.

Although the Demon King's identity as the Witch King could not be passed on to her children, her position as the Queen of Demon Witches would likely be handed over to one of her daughters in the future.

Just like when the God King retired back then, he also returned the God King Sect, which symbolized the leadership of the Angel Witch clan, to the Thirteen Apostles to manage.

As the territory ranked first among witch lords today, the gold content of this noble position in Demon Wang Cheng needed no further words.

And according to rumors, the Demon King seemed to intend to let this youngest daughter accept this noble position.

Although this was a rumor without evidence, the fact that such a rumor about the Demon King could spread was already a signal in itself.

Of course, the Demon King's mind was hard to guess; after all, she was the Queen of Conspiracies. Perhaps this rumor was just a prank by her old self. But not joking about other princesses, and only joking about Her Highness Wendy, was still enough to show that this little princess was very favored by the Demon King.

It's just a pity, the imperial family is the most heartless.

Senior Miya, who also came from a noble background, knew the intricate conflicts of interest within those top wealthy families.

Although the witch birth rate had never been very high because of the huge cost of losing total mana to conceive offspring, top wealthy families, in order to ensure the smooth continuation of the family, would always use all kinds of means to try to have a few more children.

Not to mention anything else, even within the Astrologos family of the Golden Land, besides Miya, the first-in-line heir of the direct line, there were other candidates selected from other collateral branches in reserve.

The noble position representing the Goddess of Wealth in the Witch World was equally tempting. The provocations and means Senior Miya had faced from other candidates behind her over the years were also not few.

Hmm, the rich Senior actually quite thanked her loving mothers for not giving her another sister; otherwise, besides dealing with those cousins, if there was another infighting between sisters, she might not be able to hold on.

It's just that compared to herself, this little princess of the Demon King's family seemed a bit unlucky.

At the level of the Witch King, the loss of conceiving a child was nothing to them, and the Demon King's Crystal Palace was very large, so the number of her offspring was naturally not small.

These princesses of the Demon King's family might not have the ability to fight for the throne of the Witch King, but they still had the guts to fight for the throne of the Queen of Demon Witches. And judging from the current situation, this guts was not only there, but also very big.

They weren't even covering it up, they were directly tearing each other apart.

Although Senior Miya had dealt with that Princess Baalzebub a few times in the past, she felt that the princess shouldn't be a bad person. After all, she was a woman whose maternal instinct was not much less than her own, and she looked like she loved taking care of cubs very much. She shouldn't be able to deal such a heavy hand to her own sister.

But you can know a person's face but not their heart. Now that the reality was before her, the Bright Dragon Witch couldn't say too much.

Besides, can you guys in the Demon King's family not involve us outsiders in your power struggles?

Senior Miya didn't really care who won or lost between these two princesses. Compared to this, she was more concerned about how to take the sisters to safety.

Therefore, although asking this now might be a bit like rubbing salt into Her Highness Wendy's wounds, for the sake of the sisters, she had to ask.

"Your Highness, what exactly is going on with this world? And do you have any clues about the crisis we might face next?"

The Golden Princess asked very straightforwardly.

And to this, Wendy was silent for a moment. She moved her gaze away from the cook who was pulling blade lights, and then looked at Senior Miya and the other witches who were also looking at her, waiting for her answer.

Oh, well, actually, only Lucifer and Madeline were looking at her. As for Audrey and Alice, these two cute things—one was concentrating on watching the blade light, and the other was waiting for the meal with eager eyes.

"The real name of this Haunted House World is actually the Fear World. This is an adult gift my mother gave me; it is a world she created with her own hands."

The Wendigo witch looked enviously at the two innocent witches who had no worries, and then she organized her language and explained so.

However, as soon as she opened her mouth, it immediately stunned the others. They actually really wanted to ask which mother specifically.

But this question seemed to have no meaning anymore; after all, it was likely the Demon King herself.

Good heavens, such a small playground actually had such a big background. A world created by the Demon King herself—even if this world was currently just a small world, just this name placed here, if it were taken out for auction, there would definitely be many big shots willing to trade dozens or even hundreds of high-resource big worlds for it.

Hmm, limited edition out-of-print high-end goods, extremely collectible.

This made Dorothy, who was still happily pulling blade lights, almost slip her hand.

Damn, so valuable. Then it's over; I can't just close the door and release the Senior. If the Senior is too rough and accidentally breaks this world, I won't be able to pay for it even if I go bankrupt.

Dorothy thought with horror.

After all, she had originally prepared to let the Senior go directly after eating.

Thanks to her slow hands; otherwise, if her hands were fast, wouldn't she have to sell herself to pay the debt?

Dorothy was terrified.

And now, thinking that this world was so precious, she even became gentle with her blade lights, fearing that she would accidentally cut out a space crack or something.

Although this actually had no effect, just like people become careful when picking up valuables, the psychological pressure was huge.

However, Wendy herself didn't feel anything about this. After all, the Demon King was a big shot to others, but to her, she was actually just an unreliable mother who didn't look like a mother at all, but rather like a naughty big sister.

She herself didn't care about the value of this world; she actually cared more about the special meaning that this was a gift from her mother.

It's just a pity that she didn't know if this adult gift from her mother could be preserved intact next. After all, Sister Baalzebub's means...

"As for the main danger next, then it is highly likely to come from Spirit Realm creatures."

Wendy continued to answer.

"Spirit Realm creatures?"

Everyone was stunned again after hearing this. After all, in the witches' impression, Spirit Realm creatures really couldn't be considered very dangerous.

After all, who made the Witch World have the Three Kings and Three Suns across the sky, and many Sages and peak stars shining?

The Spirit Realm of the Witch World was very peaceful and stable, and there were rarely any big dangers.

But as soon as Lucifer heard this, her brows immediately furrowed, and her expression became serious.

"Are you sure?"

The Fallen Angel miss even asked directly.

Having memories of another world line, she knew the terror of the Spirit Realm much better than her sisters. After all, in her world line, she had long been expelled from the Witch World, and the Spirit Realm outside the Witch World...

That was a problem that was enough to make old Three Disasters like angels, demons, and dragons worry, and it was an eternal nightmare that all races in the Myriad Realms could not avoid.

Don't say anything else; just say one point: Spirit Realm creatures can cause wounds of the heart. This alone is enough to prove their terror.

The heart that believes is your magic.

And the heart is wounded...

There is no cure for heart disease. If you can't hold on, a genius might directly become a good-for-nothing.

"Hmm, I'm naturally sure of this. After all, Sister Baalzebub is actually a Spirit Realm Summoner."

Wendy nodded. ===== CHAPTER 764 =====