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 elevator doors reopened, and Dorothy looked outside to see a black-robed witch rolling on the ground with her hands covering her face. When she looked around, the terrifying and bizarre scene that had previously surrounded her had vanished, as if everything that had just happened was truly just an illusion of hers.
The room that now appeared inside the door was filled with bookshelves. Aside from the countless books, there was only a black bed placed in the center of the room, and nothing else.
Besides a few scattered books on the floor, the room was quite neat and clean, and there was a scent of paper and ink that was unexpectedly pleasant. It was relaxing enough to make any book lover unconsciously let their guard down.
"Senior Fanny, are you alright?"
As soon as the door opened, Dina, the senior with long black straight hair, rushed to the black-robed witch's side, helping her up while asking with concern.