Chapter 23: 23. Mother and Daughter

Chapter 23: 23. Mother and Daughter

When the silhouette on the couch stood up, everyone in the room looked up at her.

This witch was exceptionally tall, towering over two meters in height, but when she turned her face around, Alice by Dorothy's side let out a gasp.

"She's so beautiful, Big Sister, this lady looks a bit like you."

Even though Dorothy was filled with impatience at the moment, when this face came into her view, the anger in her heart subsided a bit.

Humans are always particularly forgiving of beautiful things, and the tall witch's beauty could indeed hold up to that standard, rivaling the beauty of the pure white Angel Witch she had encountered in the bookstore before. The two of them could be ranked as the second most beautiful people Dorothy had ever seen in her life.

Like that pure white Angel Witch, this tall witch named Euphilia also had a high degree of evolution, even to the extent that some inhuman features inevitably appeared on her body, like the pair of dragon horns on her head resembling a crown or those cold, golden, vertically slitted pupils gleaming like gold.

However, these inhuman features not only did not detract from her beauty but instead added a wild and majestic charm to her, complementing her expressionless, delicate face, making her seem unrestrained yet distant, beautiful yet dangerous, with a distinctively untouchable and awe-inspiring temperament.

Even though she had seen this face once before in her memories, now that she saw it again, Dorothy was still stunned by her beauty.

But such emotions were fleeting, for what Dorothy lacked the least was resistance to beauty. Thus, with a frown, she completely resisted the enticement of this demonically charming face, her expression remaining unfavorable as she stared at the witch, her gaze firm and unshaken.

Seeing Dorothy, the tall Dragon Witch's indifferent gaze softened a bit.

"....."

She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but then hesitated, eventually uttering just a few words.

"Long time no see."

"But I don't particularly want to see you, Euphilia."

This caused the silent, refined middle-aged man to show some bitterness, but he still gritted his teeth and stood up, wanting to say something.

But before he could speak, the domineering Dragon Witch fixed him with a fierce glare, making him sit down once again.

"It's not your place to speak, Adam. All of this is a result of the mistakes you've made," she said.

Her words turned the man's face pale; he opened his mouth wanting to say something, but under the mountainous pressure, he couldn't make a sound.

After all, he was just a Human Mage, legendary among humans, but before a witch, especially a Peak Witch, his strength was nearly insignificant.

"This is my home, and you are the one who should shut up, Euphilia. Since you chose to leave us all those years ago, why bother returning now? Please leave immediately and stop disturbing our peaceful family life."

Dorothy quickly moved in front of her father, managing with some difficulty to withstand the pressure, akin to the weight of Mount Tai. Even though every cell in her body screamed in fear and urged her to flee at the overwhelming force, she ignored her body's instinct for survival and spoke each word with firm resolve.

Fortunately, the terrifying pressure soon vanished, and the illusion of the Dragon Witch, who had nearly fully transformed into a Great Dragon in Dorothy's exceptional Inspiration, faded away too. She returned to normal, as if her earlier rage had been nothing but an illusion.

"Not bad, my daughter, Dorothy. Your talent even surpasses mine. My Divination was not wrong after all; Adam may be incompetent, but his genes match mine perfectly," the Dragon Witch stated emotionlessly, the gold in her eyes showing appreciation as she looked at Dorothy. Finally, a mocking sneer appeared on her cold face.

"I abandoned you? Dorothy, so this is how that useless creature Adam has been explaining it to you all these years? I have been looking for you for sixteen years, my foolish daughter. Perhaps you should ask your dear father why he took you away from me and ran... for sixteen years."

Umm...

Facing such an inexplicable accusation, Dorothy was stunned. She turned incredulously to look at her father, but the middle-aged man was now looking down, seemingly unable to meet her gaze.

Oh my...

At this moment, Dorothy was dumbfounded. Was her life story this complicated? Had she been hating the wrong person all these years?