Artie reached into his clothes and took out something, then pointed at Harley Quinn opposite and shouted in a very low-spirited manner.

"Then just scream. Even if you break your throat, I'll see who comes to save you."

Dorothy was stunned when she saw the villain across from her taking out a feather, and then said with a smile.

Haha, you really used a chicken feather as an arrow, who are you trying to scare?

only...

After saying this, the otaku witch suddenly frowned.

Wait a minute, this is the world of Magic Network. Although in theory it can be changed in many ways, as if she had been playing with different skins all the way, but the stage is as big as her heart and her operations are.

Only a witch who is used to "the heart that believes is your magic" can play well.

And judging from the way this little guy could only run away with scud and didn't know how to teleport, she obviously doesn't know how to perform such high-end operations as manifesting objects at will.

So where does this chicken feather come from?

Eighty percent of it is something she actually carries with her in reality.

Besides, is this thing really chicken feathers?

"Tell me, Angel Feather, sent it. Is the theft of the core of the magic network really caused by the Kingdom of Radiance?"

The otaku witch carefully observed the feather, and then her expression changed drastically.

only......

Obviously, she realized something was wrong a little too late.

The moment Atti took out the angel feather, a door suddenly opened on the wall of isolation behind her, and then endless holy light swayed, and many angels came slowly around one person. That was

A pure white figure.

"Long time no see, miss."

The pure white seraph looked at Dorothy opposite who was still licking the ketchup on the knife, first smiled, and then said through a message.

"Forehead...."

Seeing an old acquaintance suddenly and unexpectedly, the otaku witch was a little embarrassed. She threw away the butcher knife in her hand, and then the funny skin on her body disappeared, leaving only the original clown mask and that piece of clothing.

nun uniform.

"Ahem, actually it hasn't been that long, only more than a year at most."

Dorothy scratched her head, then looked at Sophilia opposite, and said with some embarrassment.

Although more than five hundred years have indeed passed in this Witch's Night, for trialists like them, it has actually not been that long.

The last time the two met was the final battle of the first act, and it has been more than a year since then. The first act ended, and now the second act has just begun the next day.

Then the pure white angel opposite shook his head and corrected himself.

"To be precise, it's five hundred and one years, two hundred and thirty-four days, thirteen hours, fourteen minutes and fifty-two seconds. It's really a long dream."

Dorothy: "???"
Chapter completed!