Of course, there's one more important point.
Damn, should someone from the enemy side like me really be privy to this kind of secret? Is Dorothy not afraid I'll report her? Crap, maybe she'll just kill me to silence me.
But if I die, does that mean I can enter this afterlife world too?
Thinking about it that way, it doesn't seem so bad.
In any case, Pope Loli's thoughts were all over the place.
Meanwhile, Dorothy remained silent, the homebody witch retracted her hand that had just patted her cheap disciple's head. Gotta say, although Noah is a fake loli, full of tech and tricks, her hair has some kind of material that feels surprisingly smooth to the touch, almost like real hair.
Plus, this kid's hair is white, almost identical to Sophia's hair color. Dorothy had long wanted to stroke her roommate's hair, but unfortunately, witches value their hair greatly. Unless it's a special occasion like a battle, generally only family and partners can touch it.
For witches, the consequences of touching someone's hair casually are even more serious than groping. It's one of their strange quirks.
That said, the body she's using now, the Body of the Moon Goddess, should also have white hair. Sadly, that white hair is a trait of the Power of the Moon Goddess, not natural. So without using that power, her hair color reverts to black.
Although long straight black hair is nice, we always crave what we don't have. Dorothy herself has long straight black hair, so naturally, white hair appeals to her more.
Hmm, should I add a condition to let me stroke Sophia's hair if I win this Witch's Night? Besides making her wear a maid outfit, of course.
Emmmm... okay, that does sound a bit perverted, wanting to play with someone's hair and all. Really sleazy, even kind of sexual harassment.
The homebody witch used her strong willpower to pull her drifting thoughts back. It's a side effect of multitasking. Even though she can't split her thoughts during the Witch's Night, she often multitasks.
This is a serious moment, and here she is thinking about sleazy stuff. Truly perverted.
Although being a guy... well, now a witch, what's wrong with a witch being a bit perverted?
Dorothy tried to compose her face to look serious, finally looking intently at Noah, who was performing quite the face-changing act.
In just a few seconds, Pope Loli had shown expressions from shock to confusion to delight, then worry and fear... a whole series of reactions. The homebody witch couldn't help but wonder who made her face module; it's so responsive and natural, just like a real face, without the stiffness of other cybernetic faces.
But having such a sensitive expression system isn't always good. It can easily reveal one's thoughts, like now. Dorothy didn't even need her Mind Reading Technique to guess her cheap disciple's thoughts just from reading her expressions.
Seeing that if Noah kept this up, her face module might overload, the homebody witch spoke.
"First, the Underworld didn't exist in this world originally. The one behind me is my own creation, so yes, it's a private Underworld and not publicly accessible."
"Second, you're right about the End of All Things Cult. Apart from that cute angel leader your teacher sent, everyone else in the cult is mine. Its rapid expansion is entirely due to my behind-the-scenes pushing."
"Third, you do know a bit too much. So, how should I handle you now?"
The homebody witch raised three fingers, squinting her eyes like a snake at her trembling disciple. Seeing Noah genuinely scared, she finally broke into a laugh.
"Haha, look at you, so scared. Just kidding."
Nearly scared into cardiac arrest, Pope Loli was terrified but didn't dare show it. She had no choice but to laugh awkwardly with her teacher.
"Alright, stop with the forced smiles. Don't worry, if I wanted you dead, you'd already be a corpse. But whether you can keep this memory depends on your choice."
Dorothy grew serious again, looking at her disciple.
"Although this Underworld is private, I don't want to impose boundaries in the world of the dead. So, this Underworld will be open to all native creatures of this world."
The homebody witch spoke honestly. She could weaponize the Underworld, which would be very effective because most living beings can't resist the promise of protection in the afterlife.
Mortals inevitably die, and without the protection of the Underworld, the souls of the dead, without the safeguarding of their bodies, would instantly destabilize under sunlight or wind, like being tortured.
The days of wandering souls are tough. Things taken for granted in life now become torture. Most wandering souls quickly lose their humanity and eventually disperse, with their soul power reverting to the most primal soul particles, returning to the river of souls.