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In this world, witches generally inscribe their personal or family emblems on their belongings, much like how one often likes to write their own name on a notebook—it's especially true for witches of renown.

At this moment, a stop on the home island features an ultra-luxurious carriage that bears such a distinctive emblem, a badge with the image of a great dragon expanding its wings and roaring.

This emblem is well-known in the Witch World, to the extent that anyone who is not illiterate would recognize it, for it belongs to a renowned witch family with a pivotal status throughout witch history, a mandatory topic in history classes.

It symbolizes the Dragon Witch Clan, a top-tier prestigious family that has once produced a Witch King.

Although the highest governing body in the Witch World is the Council of Sages, and there is no official position of the Witch King on the surface, in fact, there does exist such a title.

This is reserved for the leader of the Council of Sages, the Chief Sage, also known as the alias of the most powerful witch in the world.

The Witch World has a history spanning tens of thousands of years, but in all this time, there have been only three true Witch Kings.

These are the First King—the Divine King, the Eternal King—the Dragon King, and the current King of the End—the Devil King.

The Divine King led the Witch Clan from obscurity to rise up, the Dragon King guided the witches from ignorance to glory, and the Devil King further secured the unshakeable status of the Witch World as the foremost powerful race in the Myriad Realms.

From the titles of these three Witch Kings, one can deduce the template of power they wielded.

The Divine King modeled after Angels, used the combined strength of all beings to launch a counterattack against heaven, forcing the self-proclaimed proud Angels to submit to her will.

The Dragon King, taking the Great Dragon as her template, dominated Dragon Island with absolute force, making the untamed dragons bow and pay homage to her.

The Devil King, with Demons as her template, conquered the Abyss with desire and contracts, bringing the chaotic and disorderly demons into compliance with the witch's order.

Under the succession of these three Kings, the position of the Witch Clan as the strongest race beneath the heavens became unassailable.

However, with such a prolonged passage of time, the Divine King and the Dragon King, having already completed their missions, have retreated into obscurity for tens of thousands of years, and no one knows their current whereabouts. If not for the occasional appearance of the current Devil King, making her presence known in the media, the legends of the three Kings might have been relegated to mere mythological stories.

Although the three Kings are rarely seen, the families and powers they left behind are deeply rooted in the Witch World. The heritage left by the Dragon King is represented by the Dragon Witch Clan.

Even with the Dragon King's disappearance into seclusion, this family still ranks second in the Council of Thirteen Sages, its influence surpassing that of the Angel Witch Clan, which traces its lineage back to the Divine King, and only second to the Demon Witch Clan with the Devil King at its helm.

Of course, when we say family, it would be more accurate to say territory, as the structure of Witch Society is composed of countless witch territories, large and small.

The territory of the Sea Moon Witch is just a sky island city, but the territory of the Dragon Witch is a vast allied nation, composed of witch territories belonging to many family members.

Such a vast force would not function without a sufficient number of people to manage it, hence the Dragon Witches are always recruiting new members. Any witch who evolves using the Great Dragon as a template may apply to become a citizen of the Dragon Kingdom, and if one is particularly lucky, they may catch the eye of a wealthy and beautiful Dragon Witch heiress, potentially ushering them onto the pinnacle of life.

While this may seem somewhat unrealistic, more like a scenario found only in a novel, reality often defies reason. Dorothy knows this legend is true, and even more extraordinary than the legends suggest.

Why is she so certain, you ask?

Well, her very existence is the proof.

At least, the legend says that only witches might have a chance to climb high enough to catch the attention of a wealthy and beautiful Dragon Witch heiress, but in reality, as long as one is lucky and handsome enough, even a Mortal Mage might give it a try. Perhaps they could catch the eye of some freewheeling, looks-conscious heiress.

Therefore, catching a glimpse of the family crest of the Dragon Witch, Dorothy had a pretty good idea who this unexpected visitor was.

Who else could it be? It could only be her own mother, whom she had met only a few times in her lifetime.

As members of an ultimate race, witches were born with innate knowledge, starting to remember things from birth. Although Dorothy, as a half-witch, wasn't as formidable as the pureblood witches, the enhancements from her transmigrator's body made her even more precocious than the purebloods.

Even so, she had met her biological mother just once; this too free-spirited Dragon Witch gave birth to her and didn't even bother to nurse her before running off to battlefields and expanding her territory.

Heh, truly deserving of the battle-hungry Dragon Witch Clan that arms every member. Is pioneering and fighting really more important than your own daughter?

Dorothy was an orphan in her previous life, and though she finally had both parents in this life, she ended up with such a mother. It was impossible for her not to hold any resentment, and her aversion to becoming an Armed Witch might very well stem from resentment towards her battle-crazed mother.

In any case, seeing this familiar yet strange crest darkened Dorothy's expression instantly.

"If you've been gone for so long, why not disappear forever? What's the point of showing up now and disturbing my peaceful life?"

That's what she thought, feeling somewhat resistant to return home at the moment. She didn't want to open the door only to face the person she did not wish to see.

But in the end, she sighed and pushed the door open.

"Dragging my feet will only make it seem like I'm afraid, but I don't owe her anything, she owes me. She's the one who should be anxious, and it's time to settle this."

.......

The sisters had left the house empty earlier, as their father and stepmother had both been at work. But now, the house was a rare scene of bustle.

Well, not exactly bustling, the atmosphere was rather icy. As soon as the sisters opened the door, they saw two parties silently confronting each other on the spacious living room sofa.

Sitting on the sofa facing the door, allowing the sisters to see him as soon as they entered, was a handsome middle-aged man with a cultivated and elegant disposition, with a petite, pretty-faced witch beside him wearing mature makeup and possessing a rather imposing aura.

These two were Dorothy's father, Adam, and stepmother, Annie.

"Father, Mother, did you get off work early today? I've finished buying school supplies with my sister. Do we have visitors?"

Alice, completely unaware of what had transpired, greeted her parents with some joy.

But Dorothy's gaze was fixed on the figures sitting on the sofa by the door who had been confronting her parents.

Disregarding the white-haired figure she didn't recognize, but the one with black hair...

"Euphilia, what are you doing here?"

She asked bluntly.

Hearing her question, the figure who had been facing away stood up and turned around.