Consciousness returned from the Magic Web Space to reality.
Dorothy encountered the luxurious hover car flying towards her, and soon after, the door opened, revealing the Evil Breed Little Lolita suspended by a bunch of mechanical arms inside.
The homebody witch, seeing this, retracted her wings and dove straight into the car, then sat opposite the little Lolita.
The door closed, and the hover car began to fly towards the previously mentioned Magic Web Institute.
In the car, Dorothy crossed her legs in a very boss-like posture and sized up the little Lolita across from her, who was too lazy to even struggle anymore, and then she spoke.
"What do you think I should do with you?"
Although she said this with a light laugh, her eyes held hardly any mirth.
The Little Lolita across from her suddenly shivered, feeling a bit cold.
This was not a physical cold, but rather an extreme fear that brought a chilling sensation, causing one's hairs to stand on end and sweat to pour down.
After all, she could read minds, and even though she couldn't easily read the mind of the terrifying woman across from her as she could others, she could still sense the general emotions.
At this moment, she read from the woman's demeanor an emotion colder than the ice of winter.
If she didn't respond properly, she might genuinely be killed.
At this instant, Artie became acutely aware of her predicament.
This time, she no longer dared to continue faking death to cope; instead, she thought hard for a moment, then her eyes lit up.
"I believe I still have value to offer. I can help you create a new Magic Network Core; I've secretly memorized its structure," the Evil Breed Little Lolita said.
If she was facing someone else, especially those overly kind-hearted individuals, she might have chosen to concoct a story to gain sympathy and forgiveness, exploiting her young age.
But this time, her instincts told her that doing so would definitely seal her fate.
She could only look at the woman anxiously, waiting uneasily for her decision, but the woman did not respond immediately and continued to stare at her as if she were looking at a dead person.
Fortunately, just as Artie was about to break down under the pressure, nearly scared to tears, the woman finally nodded.
"Alright, it seems you are not irredeemably foolish. I will give you a chance to redeem yourself," Dorothy said, suppressing the boiling murderous intent inside her.
Although the homebody witch was not one to resolve issues through violence, she did not oppose using it when necessary.
Previously, she might have been in the mood to play games with this troublesome kid, but now, with the Magic Network Core already seized by the Angels and her side at a disadvantage, she had no patience left for the main culprit of all their losses.
If the kid dared to be cheeky at this moment, then she would only be cheeky in the next life.
Despite being a child by age, where most people might consider reforming someone with a tragic past who has gone astray, Dorothy did not think this way. For her, being underage was no shield from consequences; she always upheld absolute equality.
Small mistakes might still be negotiable, deserving a bit of education, but the recent act of using Angel Feather to summon All Angels amounted to treason.
This was not something to be excused with a simple "She's just a child."
Witches despise betrayal most, and she was no different.
Of course, had it been someone else here, perhaps persuaded by her pitiful appearance and cute face, they might have felt compassion sway their principles.
Unfortunately, such tactics were futile with the homebody witch, who considered herself far more beautiful than anyone else.
The only reason she restrained her urge to kill and hadn't acted immediately was because this little one's abilities were indeed useful.
Since the Magic Network Core had been taken by the Glorious Divine Kingdom, regret and blame were pointless. What mattered more now was figuring out future actions.
Only a Magic Network evolved to counter the evolved Magic Network.
Since they had made the Magic Network Core, losing one meant simply creating another. Though they might no longer swiftly dominate with the evolved Magic Network, at least it prevented them from being trumped, leading both sides back into a cold standoff.
Reconstructing the Magic Network Core would require the skills of the Evil Breed Little Lolita.
Of course, this was more a matter of convenience than necessity; with Dorothy awake, whipping up another Magic Network Core was merely a matter for extra thought and not too challenging.
After all, without the "Pact of the Heart," using the "Demon Contract" worked just as well.
Thus, the little one's prudence saved her life; otherwise, Dorothy might have already made a drastic move, tossing her out of the car and letting her smash to the ground below to become Evil Breed paste.