The homebody witch was thinking deliriously.
However, she suddenly thought of something and then "snap," she pulled a mask off her face.
She wasn't familiar with Lord Demon King, so not recognizing him was one thing, but senior Fanny, as a disciple of The Third King and the future Fourth King, would definitely recognize him if she couldn't—it would be suspicious, yet this one had been eerily silent the whole time.
However, no matter how she observed the mask, she was shocked to find that it seemed to be just an ordinary Alchemical Tool; the aura of senior Fanny had completely disappeared from it.
What was going on? Had she been banned again?
Dorothy, who had wanted to settle accounts with senior Joyful, scratched her head, somewhat puzzled.
Then she looked suspiciously at the newly hired Demon Lord's Maid, because if anyone could ban senior Fanny, it had to be The Third King. Previously, it was Denisha who had banned her, this time…
Good lord, was this genuinely the Devil King?
The homebody witch suddenly felt her legs go weak.
She had held onto a sliver of hope—after all, this era didn't match up.
In history, Lord Demon King was supposed to be a descendant of Koreya, born tens of thousands of years later; the timing now wasn't right.
Lord, please spare your divine skills; I am truly frightened.
However, as Dorothy stared in fear, the Evil Breed Little Lolita also widened her eyes at this moment.
Her reaction wasn't out of fear, but sheer fascination—as the homebody witch had just removed the mask from her face.
So whether this Little Lolita was really the Demon Lord or not, for the time being, she was just a mortal young girl with a bit of superpower, and that mortal will colliding directly with the overwhelming beauty of "The Face of God"...
"Big Sister, you are so beautiful."
The pupils of the Little Lolita almost turned into the shape of hearts as she murmured dreamily.
The homebody witch felt a mix of emotions—was this thing really going to become the Demon King?
She put the mask back on.
Then, that familiar sensation returned, a vast will descended upon this plain mask.
"Dorothy, what just happened? Why did I suddenly disconnect again, what did you do? But speaking of which, I encountered Demon King Teacher when I disconnected, and she was skipping work again, sent an incarnation to play at Witch Academy, seriously, an old person still trying to act young."
No sooner had Senior Joyful arrived, she was initially puzzled, then seemed to think of something, laughing as she spoke.
"Emmm, Senior, aren't you afraid of talking about Lord Demon King like that, in case she hears?"
Dorothy turned around, backing the face towards Evil Breed Little Lolita, so that Masked Senior Sister couldn't see the opposite side, then curiously asked.
"Jokes, being kings alike, I call her 'Teacher' out of respect; there's nothing scary about it, I'm super brave, besides, with my Strength, as long as I don't curse in front of her directly, blocking perception is a breeze."
The nose of the Clown mask suddenly stretched long, boasting like Pinocchio.
Thus, the homebody witch silently turned back, facing only the Little Lolita who was still smitten.
Senior Fanny: "....."
Masked Senior Sister fell silent, and then...
"My goodness, Demon King Teacher! Teacher, I was wrong; I didn't mean to, you are my dearest teacher, the favorite among the three teachers…"
The future Fourth King groveled with extraordinary finesse.
As for Dorothy, she laughed.
Ha ha, good, this time I won't be the only unlucky one.
...The homebody witch basked in schadenfreude...