Chapter 15: 15. Pure White Girl

Chapter 15: 15. Pure White Girl

White, truly white, almost like she had albinism.

This was Dorothy's first impression of the girl beside her, but she quickly laughed at herself for the thought. After all, witches, being ultimate creatures, couldn't possibly get albinism.

The girl by her side was undoubtedly a beauty, since the average attractiveness level within the Witch Race was very high. The looks of previous-life celebrities, even after being beautified, would be considered nothing special among witches.

But the pure white girl next to her was a rare beauty even among witches, the second most beautiful witch Dorothy had ever seen in her life.

Uh, as for the most beautiful?

It was, of course, herself.

Pure white hair, pale skin, and even her eyebrows and eyelashes were white. This delicate and lovely girl was so white she seemed to almost shine.

Furthermore, her temperament was untainted and holy. Merely looking at her, Dorothy began to hear illusions of Holy Songs chanting in her ears, and vaguely saw deities bowing at the girl's head, Angels circling around, Holy Light descending...

Even the girl's previously empty back now seemed to have six pairs of holy and beautiful white Wings spreading out, with Feathers of Light gently falling down. Dorothy reached out to catch a Feather of Light that was drifting down beside her, but the moment it made contact with her hand, it disappeared.

A hallucination?

Dorothy frowned slightly, guessing. However, she soon overturned that guess as a realization flickered in her eyes.

She belonged to those witches with high Inspiration, who could usually see the essence of things through their appearances, and see things ordinary people couldn't.

Therefore, those illusions of Holy Songs and Angels were probably the workings of her Inspiration, accidentally glimpsing into a part of the pure white girl's hidden traits.

This was a highly evolved Angel Witch.

However, no sooner had she seen this evolutionary spectrum did she meet a high-rank evolved witch modeled after an Angel, talk about a strange twist of fate.

Dorothy understood, so she began to apologize.

"Sorry if I've offended you. I haven't quite mastered controlling my Inspiration yet," she said.

Peering into someone's secrets is always a breach of etiquette, no matter where. Although it was inadvertent, offense was offense, and a polite apology was fitting.

Moreover, such a highly evolved witch must have already sensed her involuntary glimpse of Inspiration, and being proactive in apologizing was better than waiting to be asked to apologize.

As for Dorothy's apology, the pure white girl tilted her head and remained silent, just giving her a more serious look.

"Is there something?"

Dorothy didn't speak, but her eyes conveyed the emotion.

Only her eyes were hidden behind large black-rimmed glasses, so she hoped the other party could see them clearly.

"Sophia, my name is Sophia."

The pure white girl didn't speak either, but her voice clearly reached Dorothy's mind.

"Oh...."

Dorothy nodded, still somewhat confused.

What's going on? I didn't ask what your name was, so why are you telling me this?

She really is a weird one.

That's what she thought internally, but she still nodded politely to show she understood, then turned once more to leave.

"Wait...."

The voice, as pleasant as a holy song, rang out again.

What now?

Dorothy turned again, slightly impatient this time.

"Tell me your name, you are worthy of me remembering your name."

The voice of the pure white girl echoed in her mind again, the girl's tone full of obvious pride, as if Dorothy was being graced by her acknowledgment.

Tch, whoever wants that 'honor' can have it.

That's what Dorothy scoffed internally. But after a moment's thought, and adhering to the principle that it's better to avoid unnecessary trouble, she spoke.

"Dorothy."

Then, without any attachment, she turned and quickly walked away.