Chapter 854: The Sun Descends

The iron maiden, previously tightly shut, opened once more, and a figure was spat out from within. Judging by the distance she flew backward uncontrollably, this was an eviction—and a highly unwelcoming one at that.

Dorothy finally managed to stabilize her figure, then regretfully dissipated the End-Soul-Suppressing Spear she had only just half-condensed in her hand, unable to stop herself from clicking her tongue.

This aunt is really something. She only wanted to test out her own ultimate technique; what could possibly be the harm in that? And yet, she was thrown out directly. Clearly, she hadn't wanted to go in earlier, but the aunt had insisted on pulling her in, and now that she didn't want to leave, the aunt insisted she get out.

Hmph, women.

The Home Witch felt a wave of indignation.

Well, although if that spear of hers had truly been thrust out and landed solidly, the aunt's accumulation of tens of thousands of years wouldn't necessarily be wiped out entirely, but at the very least, she would have suffered a severe blow to her vitality.

It couldn't be helped; a World-Boundary Forbidden Spell against a Domain Skill—this wave was truly a professional match-up.

Within her domain, the aunt was indeed equivalent to a world consciousness, possessing the blessing of world power, but this "End-Soul-Suppressing Spear that Offers Eternal Extinction to this Crazy World" of hers was specifically designed to pierce world consciousness, alright?

Oh, and this was also a "filial daughter" spear; rounding it up, the aunt was also a mother, so it seemed she could also enjoy a special attack bonus.

This was truly so well-matched that one couldn't help but feel eager to try it. Dorothy had almost really thrust the spear down, but it was a pity that Aunt Camilla's combat intuition was no pushover. Before she had even fully drawn the spear, the aunt had already kicked her out as if she were a plague god.

Thus, the match seemed to have fallen into a stalemate once again.

The Home Witch turned her head to look to the side, seeing the two giant dragons not far away still clashing with their breath attacks. She looked back at the aunt opposite her, who was watching her with vigilance, and shrugged.

"Forget it, I'm done playing. It's time to end this."

She said so.

Camilla: "???"

The First Marquis Miss still didn't quite understand.

She only felt now that this magician miss was truly sinister. Originally, both sisters had thought that the fortune teller was the most terrifying existence in this circus, but now it seemed this magician was the true leader of the circus.

Dorothy, however, offered no explanation. She simply returned silently to the top of the Fairy King's head, standing once again within the dragon-horn crown.

"Actually, ever since the Witch Night ended, I have vaguely felt that this world isn't quite right, though I couldn't put my finger on it. But now that it's rare to transform once, I might as well test whether that was really just a dream of mine, or if it was real."

The Home Witch murmured to herself.

Subsequently, she looked up at the sky and raised both hands high.

"Praise the sun."

Following Dorothy's whisper, beneath her feet, the Fairy King spread its massive dragon wings, as if summoning something.

It was just that, it seemed, nothing happened.

"Uh, it didn't work? It seems it really was my illusion. I actually thought this was the second era? Sorry, my apologies."

Seeing that her summoning had resulted in nothing, the Home Witch felt a bit awkward.

However, before she could finish feeling awkward, the sky suddenly brightened.

Hmm, this wasn't the so-called White Night created by the White Night Dragon, but the sun rising—the sky had truly brightened.

But the problem was that in the middle of the night, it was far from time for dawn. Moreover, this sun that had suddenly appeared was not the two great suns representing the Twin Kings, but a brand-new sun—small, yet bright enough.

This sun leaped out from the void, as if transitioning from illusion to reality. Because it hadn't fully converted yet, it twitched and flickered from time to time like a dropped frame.

But this really was a sun, damn it.

Dorothy: "."

Looking at the sun suspended above her head, the Home Witch fell silent. She understood everything now.

"Tsk, I said ever since the Witch Night, I felt everything was weird. My good sister, what exactly have you done?"

Bathing in the sunlight that came from herself, Dorothy felt filled with infinite power, but that didn't prevent her from having complicated feelings at this moment.

Beneath her, however, the Fairy King was already having the time of its life. Its previously spread snow-white wings were now like two massive solar sails, crazily absorbing the mana poured down from the sun in the sky.

Thus, the pure white giant dragon became even more dazzling. Its feathers transformed from feathers of light to feathers of fire. The White Night Dragon, which had previously resembled moonlight, directly transformed into a solar state; the white dove became a golden dove.

This golden dove was so dazzling that it looked like a miniature version of the sun in the sky.

"Don't just look like it, this is it, alright? My original Sun-Casting blueprint was based on the White Night Dragon transformation technique."

Dorothy watched all these changes with speechlessness.

She hadn't dared to use the White Night Dragon transformation technique before for fear that it would cause some special anomaly. Now that she had already used it, she simply tried to sense that little sun belonging to her through the connection between the two.

She hadn't expected it to actually succeed. After all, that fourth sun was supposed to appear only after the future Witch Night; logically, it shouldn't exist in this Dragon King era.

But now, damn it, she had actually summoned it. It seemed this sun had been hidden in the Spirit Realm all along.

So, was this actually the second-era plotline in the Witch Night timeline?

I said, why has this Demon King been acting so weird, insisting on calling me 'teacher'?

Dorothy seemed to understand a lot.

Although knowing these things was useless, aside from sighing at how big a game her good sister was playing, she had nothing else to say. After all, she didn't dare to go to the God King Palace to confront her good sister.

That wouldn't be a confrontation; that would be delivering herself to the doorstep.

However, one thing could be announced first, and that was...

"I am invincible. You two misses, do as you please."

The Home Witch, who had been praising the sun with her hands raised high, lowered her head. Her gaze, carrying the majesty unique to a Sun God, stared down at the one person and one dragon—the two aunts below.

At this moment, both Camilla and Elizabeth were numb.

The sun was the natural enemy of vampires. Even if vampire witches didn't have the weakness of fearing the sun like traditional vampires, that only meant they could be active during the day. In reality, their power would still be suppressed during the day, leaving them feeling lazy, listless, and unwilling to move.

And now, with the sun directly riding in their faces, this was no longer a matter of just being lazy.

In fact, the moment this sun was summoned, the Marquis sisters felt a stinging pain as if their entire bodies were being scorched.

At this moment, as the magician miss cast her gaze over, this stinging pain became even more intense. Both could vaguely perceive that as the magician miss looked over, a terrifying existence within the little sun that had suddenly appeared in the sky was simultaneously projecting a scorching gaze.

Under this terrifying gaze, the Marquis misses felt a sense of powerlessness, as if they would be scorched to ashes in the next moment.

Fortunately, the terrifying existence within the sun quickly shifted its gaze, and the sisters finally breathed a sigh of relief. But before they could relax, a scorching solar breath had already swept toward them from both sides. Well, after all, the previous dragon breath clash hadn't ended yet, right?

However, there was no doubt about the outcome of this duel. After all, the Red Jazz Dragon was significantly weakened under this sunlight, while the White Night Dragon opposite had upgraded to a Solar Dragon. What else was there to play?

Just as Dorothy had said, under the sun, she was already invincible on the entire field.

Suddenly, Dorothy glanced at her father, who was blocking his forehead with one hand and also sizing up the sun in the sky, and then fell silent.

Uh, maybe not invincible, just second to one.

"What a fat golden dove."

The Home Witch heard Adam's quiet grumble, which made her feel slightly awkward.

Uh, actually, when she designed the sun blueprint, she had thought about a Golden Crow design, but since it was based on the White Night Dragon template, the crow ended up becoming a dove.

And, it's not a dove, alright? It's a dragon, it just looks a bit like a dove.

Dorothy comforted herself in her heart.

Subsequently, she waved her hand, and the sun suspended above her head, as if having a bad signal, instantly went offline and quickly disappeared. Beneath her feet, the Fairy King also returned to its white dragon state as the solar dragon breath ended.

Since the battle was over, it was indeed time to stop. Mainly, if she maintained it for any longer, this circus space wouldn't be able to hold up.

Although her father seemed to have used some means to stabilize this space just now, forcing a sun to squeeze in was really too difficult for this artificial space.

Or rather, her father's means of stabilizing the space were truly powerful, managing to hold it together without breaking under the onslaught of the sun's descent.

"Hmm, I'm satisfied, but I'm also completely drained. I'm off."

Dorothy was still sorting through the overwhelming amount of information in her brain when the Fairy King could no longer even maintain the dragon transformation. It regressed into human form, and after a listless greeting, it disappeared on the spot with a satisfied smile of "I'm comfortable," turning into a ray of light and returning to Dorothy's body.

Hmm, her true body had really been squeezed dry.

The Home Witch didn't care much about this; after all, the battle was over, and there was no need for the Fairy King to appear.

Uh, was the battle over?

Dorothy suddenly thought of something and turned her head to look at the corner, where the Beast Tamer miss was engaged in a one-on-one duel with the vampire count who had been specifically left behind earlier.

Looking at Fenrir's scarred body, one knew this child had been abused quite a bit just now, but she still persisted, swaying.

On the contrary, the vampire count opposite had already been beaten to the ground.

Hmm, this count miss had originally occupied an absolute advantage. After all, although their mana was equal under the power of Virtue and Justice, she had been able to become a count in the crazy, competitive environment of the Vampire Thirteen Clans, so naturally, she had some tricks up her sleeve. Beating Fenrir, this uneducated girl, should have been easy.

But this dog-person witch miss's resilience was truly terrifying. Even after being knocked down again and again, she could always grit her teeth and crawl back up.

Until just now, after the sun descended, the count miss, who had held a great advantage, withered instantly under the sunlight.

Thus, it was finally Fenrir's turn to counterattack.

"You, you, do you know the importance of schooling now?"

Dorothy stepped forward to check the dog-person witch miss's body. She was truly on the verge of death. If it weren't for a force constantly keeping her alive, she would probably have kicked the bucket.

The Home Witch turned her head to look at her old man on the side; Adam must have been secretly intervening this whole time to keep Fenrir alive.

However, it was only to the extent of keeping her last breath. A normal person would have collapsed and been unable to move with such injuries, yet this dog-person witch miss had actually relied on a single breath to solo-kill the weakened count miss.

Dorothy glanced at the count miss beside her, then immediately looked away.

Miserable, too miserable, covered in bite marks. It seemed Fenrir's street-grown fighting technique truly didn't care about martial virtue—poking eyes, throwing lime, all sorts of low-class tricks were there, and in the end, she had actually used her mouth to bite.

She was truly acting like a dog.

However, that count miss hadn't died either; she was also kept alive by Adam's power.

Tsk, Mr. Hero is truly just.

It was just that, compared to Fenrir, who could still show a victor's smile toward Dorothy, the vampire count over there had long since lost consciousness.

"I won."

Fenrir squeezed out a smile with difficulty and laughed.

"Hmm, you won. Except for that slacker, we won a complete victory in this battle."

Dorothy didn't skimp on praise at this moment.

Although the dog-person witch miss's battle did have a tiny bit of her help, in terms of an indomitable will, Fenrir, who could still smile now, had indeed won. She deserved to be praised.

And beside her, a certain slacker was looking at Dorothy, somewhat absent-mindedly.

"Te... Teacher, how did that clown just crawl into your body? She..."

Ati asked, stuttering.

She had naturally seen the scene where the Fairy King dissipated and turned into light to merge with the teacher, and with her intelligence and wisdom, she naturally understood what this represented.

But she couldn't accept this.

Impossible, absolutely impossible. The teacher's aura and that clown's aura were completely different; they were two different people. Mana auras couldn't be faked.

The Demon King girl was still trying to deny reality.

After all, if this were true, then what had she done just now?

It was a pity that Dorothy looked at this troublemaking brat with annoyance and ruthlessly interrupted her self-deception.

"She is my incarnation, of course she had to come back. What else did you think?"

She hadn't even had time to settle the score with this brat for the "Love Arrow" that had messed things up. Elizabeth was her second aunt, alright? Why was this brat randomly playing matchmaker?

Ati: "."

The Demon King girl let out a painful scream. She slapped herself twice, then jumped up and pulled out a silver arrow, intending to stab it fiercely at Elizabeth, who had also lost consciousness.

Ati is in the middle of a plum blossom...