Chapter 2: 2. Witch and Half-Witch

Chapter 2: 2. Witch and Half-Witch

"Sis, are you ready yet?"

Outside the door, Alice's voice interrupted Dorothy's reminiscing.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Girls always need to get ready before they head out, what's the rush?"

She didn't actually have much to prepare; she just casually picked up the scarf hanging on the clothes rack nearby, wrapped it around herself, completely covering her last exposed features—her chin and lips—and walked out of the room, fully shielded.

"Sis, what the hell kind of getup is this?"

Outside, Alice looked at her sister, who was wrapped up tight, and couldn't help but be speechless.

But she wasn't surprised, after all. Her sister had always been like this—undeniably beautiful to the point of envy, yet she always hid and covered herself up as if shy of the world.

"Hmph, my unrivaled beauty is for me alone. I'd be at a loss if people saw it."

To her sister's helplessness, Dorothy was full of smug pride.

This body was a gift from the deities, and how could she casually let outsiders see her own girlfriend?

"Let's go, let's go. Where are we going to buy stuff, the supermarket in town?"

Seeing her sister hesitate as if wanting to persuade her further, Dorothy quickly intervened.

She walked briskly to the front door, reached for her flying broomstick on the broom rack, and then looked at her sister Alice.

Alice didn't say anything more either. She also stepped forward and took her own broom.

"Of course, we're heading to the city. What's there to see in a town's supermarket? They don't have a full range of items, and the quality isn't up to snuff. Sis, we can't skimp on school supplies. We're going to buy some good-quality ones today at the Witches' Specialty Store."

She gave her sister, who once more wore a sullen face, a blank look, feeling even more helpless about her homebody sister who had never liked going out since she was little.

"Alright."

Thinking of the long distance from their home to the city center, Dorothy really didn't feel like moving, but her sister's sharp gaze made her choose to keep quiet. She simply nodded her head and dared not say more.

"Alright, then follow me closely, sis,"

Alice nodded, understanding that her sister wasn't very familiar with the city and was a little worried, so she fervently instructed her.

At this moment, the sisters' roles seemed to have reversed, with the younger sister far more mature than the older one.

"Yes, yes, just fly slowly. If you go too fast, I can't keep up. Try to be considerate of your weak and pitiful low-ability big sister,"

Dorothy said, nodding.

"What are you talking about? You're not low-ability, don't talk nonsense. Nowadays, many Peak Witches are also of half-witch origin. Pureblood witches just get a head start, that's all. Later on, everyone's the same. You're going to be awesome in the future,"

Dorothy was just teasing, but Alice retorted stubbornly, the blonde beauty looked at her seriously, her emerald-like eyes filled with confidence in her older sister.

This caught Dorothy off guard, and she felt somewhat embarrassed. All she could do was reach out and mess up her sister's hair like when they were children, leaving it all tousled.

Heh, she hadn't doted on this little girl all these years in vain; she still knew how to be tender to her older sister. That's what she's talking about.

"Okay, okay, I'll do my best. Let's set off quickly, it's quite a long way to the town, and we should get there and back early,"

With that, she reached out and directly opened the door.

And thus, the world outside the door revealed itself, and what met her eyes was a vast sea of clouds.

"Good morning, Dorothy, and Little Alice, heading out, are we?"

The granny next door flew past their doorstep on her steampunk-style modified broomstick, gave the sisters a brief greeting, and then zoomed off again, leaving behind billowing black exhaust smoke and a single sentence.

"The supermarket next door is having a half-off sale today, I'm heading there first."

Dorothy: "...."

Tsk, even after so many years, she still wasn't quite used to this fantastical style.

She thought to herself, while mounting her own broom.