Chapter 961: The Diviner

The next day.

Dorothy was unusually late to the dining hall, and by the time she arrived, all her sisters were already there.

“Morning, little sprite, you look like you didn’t sleep well.”

Sister Mia looked at the homebound witch with a tired expression and asked with concern.

Beside her, Audrey also cast a worried glance.

Witches can go without sleep, so when one shows visible fatigue, it usually means something serious is wrong.

Seeing her sisters’ concern, Dorothy finally perked up.

“No, it’s nothing. I’m fine, don’t worry—last night just had a lot happen, so I couldn’t sleep.”

She replied like that.

Yes, she was furious because she’d been pranked again by Artina’s disciple, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she got—until she genuinely didn’t sleep all night.

Regret. Deep regret. There had been a chance to strike the waist drum right before her, and she hadn’t cherished it—only to regret it bitterly once lost. Nothing in this world is more painful than that. If heaven could give her one more chance, Dorothy would unhesitatingly showcase her musical talent. And if she had to set a deadline for this performance, she wished it would be:

Beat Artina’s ass until his butt bloomed.

NND, that disciple better not give her another chance—otherwise, no one can save her.

Too bad, such opportunities where the Demon King was utterly defenseless were rare—last night might’ve been the only one in her entire life. Sigh.

Dorothy adjusted her mood slightly. She didn’t want her sisters to keep worrying, and mainly, the reason—“I’m mad at the Demon King”—was too hard to say aloud.

“Oh, by the way, thank you all for the gifts. I really like them.”

She changed the subject, thanking them like that.

Though Artina had tricked her twice, the homebound witch had still finished unwrapping all the gifts and was now ridiculously wealthy.

But Biqinaxieyiqianmeijianguodedarenwumensongdeangguiliwu ， Zhaimonvhaishigengxihuanhaojiemeimensongtadeliwu 。

Still, when it came to gifts...

Dorothy’s gaze unconsciously flicked to the hat on her head—Sister Mia—and then to the elegant, pure-white witch beside the table. She felt oddly guilty.

Hmm, after all, she’d lost something important compared to who she used to be—she was no longer the same. Sad.

Hearing the homebound witch’s words, the sisters all smiled.

But only on the surface—only Alice, that silly little witch, truly felt happy. The others all noticed the brief flicker of guilt in Dorothy’s expression, and her wandering gaze between Sister Fan and Sophiliah.

Trouble. Something happened last night they didn’t know about.

Madeline instinctively glanced at her younger sister, and then saw Audrey’s sultry fox eyes narrowing slightly.

Clearly, the little fox’s intuition had activated.

Noticing her sister’s gaze, Audrey thought for a moment, then gave a subtle shake of her head—signaling her not to ask.

Then, the two sisters glanced at Sister Mia again.

They keenly noticed the golden eyebrows of the Radiant Dragon Witch lifting slightly—clearly, the Golden Princess had also sensed something odd. Naturally, she would. After all, she was a genius merchant who’d dominated the marketplace for years. In reading people’s expressions, she was the most skilled among them all—she couldn’t possibly have missed the anomaly.

The demon sisters hoped the usually proactive Sister Mia would take the lead and ask what had happened last night.

But to their disappointment, Sister Mia’s frown quickly eased. She did speak—but not about last night.

“Hmm, little sprite, what are your plans for today?”

The Radiant Dragon Witch asked casually.

“Uh, plans?”

Dorothy was caught off guard.

She hadn’t thought about what to do today at all.

Though the Dragon King had thrown a seven-day celebration for her birthday, after last night’s main banquet, the remaining days were essentially just holidays for the other witches—she, the birthday girl, was suddenly idle and had no idea what to do.

The homebound witch had just thought of staying home for a few days, but seeing all her sisters watching her, she abandoned the idea—she couldn’t ruin their fun.

Still, she quickly thought of something.

“Uh, the Dueling Tournament isn’t over yet, right? Today’s the finals for the youth division, and Madeline, aren’t you supposed to compete in the ranking match too?”

Dorothy asked.

The demon witch nodded.

She did have a match today against the Silver Princess Melanthe of the Golden Realm, to determine fourth and fifth place in the junior division.

Though this minor match drew almost no attention and was essentially meaningless, today’s real highlight was still the youth division’s top contenders.

“Then let’s go watch more of the matches, and after that, just wander around the city. We’ve been in the Dragon Kingdom for so long—we still haven’t properly explored Camelot.”

The homebound witch decided.

The sisters had no objections—they settled on the plan.

Only Audrey looked puzzled at Sister Mia’s smile, wondering what the sharp-minded tutor was scheming—surely she wasn’t truly unconcerned?

Thus, the sisters finished breakfast with their own thoughts, then prepared to leave together.

“Ladies, would you like a carriage prepared for you?”

As they were about to depart, a maid approached and asked.

Dorothy: “...”

Looking at Guinevere dressed again in a full maid’s uniform, the homebound witch’s eye twitched—she didn’t understand what the queen was playing at.

But clearly, the queen had once again used her deadly illusion spell to conceal her identity. Aside from the homebound witch and the thoughtful Sophiliah, the others saw nothing unusual about the maid.

Guinevere winked at the homebound witch, signaling her to agree.

The homebound witch sighed. Who could refuse the queen? She couldn’t afford to offend her.

So she abandoned her original plan to drive the White Dragon warship herself and nodded.

“Then thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

Seeing Dorothy nod, Guinevere beamed and turned away.

“Hey, what’s going on? I feel like we’re about to get dragged into another weird incident.”

Watching the maid’s cheerful back, the homebound witch whispered anxiously to her butler.

“Miss, haven’t you gotten used to this kind of thing yet?”

The pure-white witch rolled her eyes and retorted.

Dorothy: “...”

Damn, you make it sound like I’m some kind of curse-bringer—I’ve always been perfectly well-behaved!

But thinking of everything that had happened since leaving Haiyuedao less than a year ago, she fell silent.

Fine. Guess she’d just have to get used to it. Whatever.

Soon, Guinevere arrived with a carriage.

To Dorothy’s surprise, it was remarkably low-key—not at all as flamboyant as the dragon chariot the Dragon King had used yesterday.

Fine, even though the griffins pulling it looked powerful and the magic carriage was clearly a luxury vehicle, compared to the previous dragon chariot, this was a massive understatement.

The group boarded one by one, and the maid expertly took the reins.

This made Dorothy, who knew her true identity, feel uneasy—how could the queen herself be their driver? It was far too presumptuous. But seeing Guinevere clearly enjoying herself, she couldn’t say anything.

Finally, as the carriage neared the Dragon Roar Arena, she couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Your Majesty—”

“Call me Vee.”

Dorothy’s telepathic address was cut off—she heard Guinevere’s serious voice in her ear.

“Alright then, Miss Vee, what’s this act you’re putting on?”

Dorothy obediently changed her tone and asked again.

“Nothing. Just felt like sneaking out of the palace for a change. You’ve been in the palace too—wasn’t it boring? Don’t pay attention to me. Just treat me like a maid.”

Guinevere replied.

But Dorothy couldn’t possibly believe that excuse.

After all, if the queen truly wanted to go out, she could simply leave openly—why sneak around like this? She was the queen, and even ignoring that title, she was a high-rank Sage.

But since the queen said it, what could the weak, pitiful, helpless homebound witch do? She had to pretend to believe it.

As she pondered why the queen might be doing this, a sudden thought struck her—last night, the Goddess of Wealth, Astroros, had said something.

Damn, now that she thought about it—the queen had a lover, didn’t she? Could this be about meeting him?

Dorothy couldn’t help but suspect it—otherwise, she couldn’t imagine any other reason why the mother of the nation would act so secretly.

Oh my god, if this got exposed, would they be considered accomplices by the Dragon King?

Suddenly, the homebound witch grew tense.

Fortunately, the Dragon Roar Arena arrived soon.

After the group stepped out of the carriage, the maid waved her hand—and the griffin carriage obediently drove itself to the parking area.

Hmm, so this thing could auto-drive? Then why even need a driver?

Dorothy mentally grumbled.

She felt deeply insecure.

But then, her eyes suddenly lit up. She hurried toward the entrance of the Dragon Roar Arena, calling out as she walked.

“Mother—”

Though today’s arena was packed due to the sudden long holiday, Dorothy spotted her mother instantly.

After all, Long Ma’s aura stood out unmistakably among the crowd.

Seeing her mother, the previously anxious homebound witch instantly felt completely safe.

"Dorothy"

Hearing the familiar call, Euphelia turned around in surprise.

But when she saw the maid-in-chief standing beside her daughter, her gaze sharpened instantly.

"Who are you?"

Dorothy, seeing this, looked puzzled.

After all, her own mother was a Prince of the Blood of the Dragon Realm, personally promoted by Long Wang himself—how could she possibly not recognize this Empress?

Besides, Mother had clearly met Guinevere at last night’s banquet.

Oh, maybe the Empress’s Death Curse really is that powerful—it even managed to affect Mother.

The House Witch was just about to introduce her.

But before she could speak, Guinevere smiled and spoke first.

"Lady Euphelia, it’s been a long time. Have you already forgotten me?"

She spoke like a riddler.

This made Dorothy roll her eyes.

Damn, she’s a witch of the Divination School too—everyone talks the same way, making you want to punch them the moment you see one.

But hearing that familiar voice, Euphelia’s pupils contracted.

"It really is you."

She could never forget this person—after all, this was the mysterious fortune-teller who had once guided her to find Adam and give birth to Dorothy.

Back then, this mysterious figure had wandered the Dragon Realm, giving prophecies to all, and every prediction proved uncannily accurate, earning great fame.

But the fellow appeared and vanished without a trace; encountering her was purely a matter of chance, never something one could force. Euphelia had met her by accident during a casual stroll.

The domineering Dragon Queen had always distrusted fate and remained wary of fortune-tellers. So after encountering this so-called "fateful opportunity," she didn’t ask about important matters like her career’s future. Instead, after several tests confirming the woman had real ability, she jokingly asked her to predict her love life.

Well, she’d been annoyed by her family and subordinates pressuring her to marry—so she figured, why not see if there was truly a solution?

Then, she actually followed this woman’s advice, found Adam, and gave birth to Dorothy.

Judging solely by the outcome, the fortune-teller’s prophecy was flawless—Dorothy, her daughter, was far more outstanding than Euphelia had ever imagined.

But when Adam fled with Dorothy, Euphelia had gone mad searching the Dragon Realm for this mysterious fortune-teller—yet found not a single trace.

After that, the woman vanished as if she’d never existed, making Long Ma wonder if it had all been a hallucination.

And now, this woman had reappeared—right beside Dorothy.

Euphelia immediately went on guard.

She shoved her daughter behind her.

Dragon Mom protecting her cub.

(End of Chapter)