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!
Although the homebody witch's heart was already beating a retreat due to her timid nature, she thought carefully and ultimately couldn't resist asking another question.
"Senior, is the senior Fanny you mentioned strong?"
Dorothy was curious. She thought carefully, If it were about studying other dangerous knowledge, like Law, Necromancy, or Human Alchemy, it would be understandable. Witches in those disciplines do indeed become more detached from humanity as they delve deeper, and they become quite dangerous when they lose control.
But a senior who specializes in history doesn't seem very formidable—a mere archaeologist. What harm could that be?
Dina: "..."
Seeing the curious look on the face of the young lady before her, the intellectual senior instantly knew that she wasn't ready to give up, so she had no choice but to continue explaining.