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Thinking about this, Denisha felt more guilty and anxious.

Knowing how painful it feels, she really couldn’t comfortably let her sister help her for free.

Hmm, although she couldn’t directly help Dorothy share her responsibilities, helping her relieve some stress and ease her emotions seemed doable.

“Dorothy, want to go out for a walk together?”

Denisha composed herself and suggested.

“Huh? Why are you in the mood for this today? But forget it. I still need to go to the institute later to check on Artie’s progress with the new magic network architecture.”

Dorothy looked up at her childhood sweetheart across from her, somewhat surprised.

Come to think of it, this seemed like the first time Denisha had proactively asked her out, haha, an invitation from the God King.

However, it was still a no-go. Today’s work wasn’t done yet; it wasn’t time to relax and unwind.

The previous magic network core was snatched by Sophia, and later, after Dorothy took over the Magic Web Institute, she managed to handcraft an even better new core within a week.

Alongside, she also optimized and upgraded the old magic network, and finally retired to assume her role as Prime Minister.

Now, the Magic Web Institute was handed over to Artie.

Though this troublesome kid was full of mischief and a bad seed, there was no denying his intelligence, especially in the realm of the magic network. Artie quickly drained all the knowledge Dorothy had about it.

Gosh, seems like she accidentally exposed herself…

Ahem, don’t misunderstand. It’s not because she ran out of ideas and feared being mocked by her pupil; absolutely not.

Just kidding, she’s the Witch of the Forest, incredibly knowledgeable. She simply wanted to give her pupil, Artie, more room to shine.

Yes, that’s right.

Alright, truth be told, she was just too lazy to figure things out herself. It’s not difficult to think conceptually, but it’s tiring. Copying homework is way more comfortable.

The magic network was invented by the Lord Demon King, and now this institute was taken over by the young devil. What was there to worry about?

The homebody witch would often spare Artie by inspecting his homework, then openly stealing his latest research outcomes.

Bah, how could an academic worker call it stealing? It’s mutual learning and joint progress. After all, she didn’t just take without contributing; she’d glance over Artie’s outcomes, and instantly get a burst of inspiration, then return a super enhanced version.

Often, Artie would give her a magic network 1.0 plan, and she would quickly return a magic network 2.0 edition.

Yep, this wave is definitely profitable for Artie.

However, the Evil Breed Little Loli always handed in homework with an exceedingly proud look, her braids almost sky-high in arrogance, her face practically saying “See how great I am? Compliment me!”—until Dorothy’s 2.

0 plan hit back, causing her to leave dejectedly to the background music of “The snowflakes flutter”.

Strange, Dorothy always praised Artie sincerely and for her psychological well-being too, patting her head and genuinely saying:

“You really did well, very impressive. You’re just a tiny step away from catching up with me. You just need a bit of modification here and there….”

See, her words were already highly considerate.

Ah, current kids’ minds are really hard to read. Such a hassle. Alice is better; this silly sister is much easier to handle.

Considering the schedule, it was about time for Dorothy to check on Artie’s homework, planning to go after work. She was looking forward to what surprises Artie might bring her this week.

Thinking about this, her day’s exhaustion dissipated significantly.

After all, she loves learning; studying makes her happy.

But….

“Alright, alright, I’ll go, I’ll go, okay?”

Seeing Denisha’s smile freeze and almost turning from smiling to teary-eyed, Dorothy surrendered.

Looks like she had to postpone checking on Artie for now and tend to her God King sister first.

The busy homebody witch thought.

Speaking of which, Emora must still be waiting at home for dinner…

Forget it, a bit of hunger is good for slimming.

“Denisha, where do you want to go for a walk?”

Dorothy straightened up, stretched, and asked curiously.

In her impression, Denisha wasn’t one for strolls; her routine also mostly involved going between two points. She wondered what sparked today’s interest.

“Don’t worry about that, just give me your hand.”

Seeing her sister agree, Denisha’s smile resurfaced. Moving swiftly to Dorothy, she reached out like a prince inviting a princess for a dance.

Dorothy, a bit helpless, extended her hand slightly shyly to her childhood sweetheart.

And indeed, the God King’s hand was very soft,

“Close your eyes.”

Just as Dorothy wanted to feel Denisha’s hand texture, her sister spoke.

“Okay, you’re so mysterious, what’s this about.”

The homebody witch was a bit speechless but also increasingly curious.

She initially thought Denisha really meant a simple walk, but it seemed like there was a surprise.

She liked surprises.

Dorothy felt a slight anticipation, obediently closing her eyes.

Then, the world began to spin.

“Ugh…..”

Blast this surprise, she gets sick from teleporting.

As soon as the teleportation ended, the caught-off-guard homebody witch broke free from Denisha’s hand, skillfully took out a trash bag, and started vomiting.

“Ah… Dorothy, what happened?”

Denisha, who did a good deed gone bad, looked puzzled and slightly alarmed at her pale-faced sister. She was a bit scared.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, old problem. I’ll be alright after a while, just let me know next time before teleporting, so I can buff myself first.”

After a few seconds, with her face slightly rosier, Dorothy waved her hand, indicating Denisha not to worry.

She slightly missed her “Spatial Control” forbidden curse, but unfortunately, in the second act of Witch’s Night, the forbidden magic’s memory hadn’t unlocked.

But where was this place? Did Pandora City have such a spot?

The homebody witch curiously looked around; the unfamiliar street puzzled her.

Clearly, she had a photographic memory, and remembered every corner of Pandora City, even the newly built areas from the past year, but she didn’t remember this street.

This street was really run-down, so old, and crowded. What’s with these people, their cybernetic modifications were so extensive, weren’t they afraid of Soul Eater Syndrome?

Looking at the dirty, crowded street and its numb populace, Dorothy frowned, feeling annoyed.

What was the Church of Machinery doing, despite her repeated emphasis not to randomly conduct cybernetic surgeries, it was very dangerous.

However, the anger quickly faded as she noticed something unusual.

“Uh, wait, this isn’t Pandora City, or even the Magic Republic. Are we in Noah’s Ark?”

Retracting her gaze from the distant Church of Glory, Dorothy looked at Denisha in shock.

“Is this what you meant by taking a walk?”

Oh my, they walked right into the enemy’s base.

…. The homebody witch shivers….