Ask, under the starry sky there was a beauty, her black hair like eternal night, bright eyes sparkling like stars, her powerful magic made the world tremble, her supreme beauty made all creatures submit, who was this beauty? "That's right, it's me, the Witch King, Dorothy!" ps: The original title is "Armed Witch." This is a slow-burn story, not for those who dislike a slow pace. Not for those who dislike a slow pace! Not for those who dislike a slow pace!
"The Law of Accidents in the theory of destiny, huh? That's so you, Little Fairy, even choosing a servant is special."
Even though Dorothy had merely dressed up her own thoughts with grandiose language, this did not prevent Senior Mia from seeing her through rose-colored glasses, applying a beauty filter in full force.
At this moment, the Golden Princess was looking at her with admiration, making the homebody witch herself feel a bit embarrassed.
Truly, what she referred to as fate was just checking if someone met her expectations; it really had nothing to do with the theory of destiny.
Even for witches as powerful as they were, there remained two forces they revered: the Power of Space-Time and the Power of Fate, both referred to as the Supreme Art. Witches talented in these areas were geniuses among geniuses.
Dorothy had a bit of capital to boast about when it came to the Power of Space-Time, but as for fate, she really couldn't comprehend it.