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!
Faced with such a question, Dorothy opened her mouth but didn't know how to respond.
Who would bother pondering such things? She, just an ordinary little witch, simply didn't have such grand visions. The most she ever thought about was how to create a cozy and harmonious little home for herself.
However, there was one thing she could be certain of, and that was that the senior sitting before her had indeed gone mad, quite seriously at that. No wonder she said she was the most dangerous kind of witch. A witch who contemplated the end of the world and seemingly possessed the capital to make it happen indeed deserved such an evaluation.
So...
"Senior, you really...."