"Actually, Miss, if you were to go down to the surface, you'd find that many of the otherworldly races who haven't seen a real witch before still think that we witches all have three heads and six arms, green faces and fangs, much like the monster that is a demon,"
Upon hearing such an explanation, Dorothy's mouth twitched.
So, just how terrifying must witches have been on the battlefield to leave such a deep-seated and inherited impression of fear in these otherworldly races? It's as if the fear of witches is etched directly into their DNA.
"And the main reason?"
She pressed on.
The pure-white girl tilted her head but didn't answer directly. Instead, she posed a question to Dorothy.
"Miss, has anyone ever told you that you seem to lack a bit of self-awareness?"
"Uh... "
Dorothy was even more confused by this bizarre question.
What a joke. I've always been well aware of myself, thank you very much. I reflect on myself at least thrice a day, constantly reminding myself not to get carried away. Just look at me, a transmigrator who never dares to act like the protagonist of the world. Isn't that self-aware enough?
She was getting a little angry now and glanced at the Angel Witch beside her, who always seemed to make odd and insinuating remarks about her.
"No way. I'm very clear about my own awareness," Dorothy protested.
"Then what's your self-awareness about yourself?" Sophia asked again. Read new adventures at empire
"It's of course that of a little witch who couldn't be more ordinary. Oh, but now I'm not that ordinary. I have to admit, I've become a newly minted super-rich second-generation," replied Dorothy without much thought.
However, the expression on the pure-white girl's face said it all as she shook her head.
Sure enough, you really lack self-awareness. In that case, what do you think is the relationship between us witches and these otherworldly races?
Sophia threw another question at her.
"Obviously, it's the relationship between rulers and the ruled. Hm, it's probably only a bit better than that of masters and slaves," Dorothy considered carefully before answering.
But the Angel Witch just smiled and said nothing, her magic power swirling around her.
Infinite Holy Light radiated from her body, and the tiny Angel-type Armored Beast named Angela flew out from her, transforming into a suit of dazzling Holy Order golden armor that covered the pure-white girl's body.
Then, those sacred and blinding pure-white six wings unfolded behind Sophia, and as the wings symbolizing angelic power spread out, powerful magic began to erode reality, affecting the world in reverse.
As for whether the principal would get angry afterward, that's the family affair of the Angel Witch, the Divine King's descendant, as Witch Academy was originally her family's Witch Territory.
In short, all that mattered was that the president was happy.
Seeing that nobody out of turn came to make trouble, Sophia didn't say much more. She just quietly looked down at the bewildered young miss, feeling a small satisfaction of settling a score in her heart.
Hehe, my little miss, you've been carelessly showing off too much before. Now, I've finally evened the score.
So, the King of Angels atop the Heaven Mountain spoke, and her pure and majestic voice, like a heavenly query, descended.
"Now, do you understand the answer? My innocent and cute little miss?"
Dorothy was speechless. Looking around, she noticed all the Exotic Races, whom as if followers in the presence of deities, had fallen to the ground in a sort of fervor.
After a long while, she sighed.
I understand, witches are the deities of this world.
The relationship between witches and otherworldly races isn't that of rulers and the ruled, but instead even more terrifying than that of masters and slaves—it's the relationship of deities and mortals.
Divine might is like an ocean, divine might is like a prison.
Deities need not say much, and all creatures naturally revere them.
After all, the majesty of a deity is not something that mere mortals can offend—such is the crime of blasphemy, the greatest sin there is.
So does she, Dorothy, have the self-awareness of being one of these deities?
Dorothy doesn't know the answer to this question. All she knows now is that her school life is ruined.
Feeling the countless gazes of the bigwigs suddenly focused on her, Dorothy truly felt like dying.
So scary, I'm suffering from social anxiety. Reality is indeed terrifying, wuwuwu, I want to go back to the Magic Net World.
The Homebody Witch cries out in her soul.
This kind of fame from the start of school, whoever wants it can have it, I certainly don't want it. This is nothing like the school life I imagined, you asshole.
Mom, maybe I should just go home and obediently take over your estate.
... The little witch is in a state of self-isolation...