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Peaceful Morning

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Peaceful Morning

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The next day, when the Homebody Witch opened her eyes, she suddenly felt something strange in her arms, something soft and fragrant.

Dorothy looked down with a bit of confusion and then saw the little Lolita who was sound asleep in her arms.

She was momentarily stunned, her brain, just waking up from deep sleep, finally figured out what was happening.

Oh, I punished this brat last night and then I took her back to my room to use as a pillow, so no worries then.

Reassured, the Homebody Witch, with her superb Battle Method and Martial Arts skills, easily got out of bed without waking the little one.

After swiftly completing her washing up with the help of magic, she approached the bed and took another look at Artie, who was still deep asleep.

Truth be told, although this little Lolita is naturally an evil breed and a real troublemaker with lots of mischief in mind, she really does look adorable when asleep — looking just like a doll-faced angel resembling Sleeping Beauty.

She appeared pure and lovely, embodying humanity’s yearning for all that is beautiful.

It’s no wonder she committed so many misdeeds without being exposed.

It was only a downgrading strike by Armed Heroic Spirits with superhuman strength that finally caught her.

Who could link such ugly deeds to such a Little Angel?

Perhaps she was really devastated last night, for now, her face still bore tear stains, looking like she cried a lot last night — making her even more pitiable, and those with softer hearts might contemplate forgiving her just at one glance.

Dorothy thought of herself as a decent person; she always found it distressing to see children cry, so…

She closed her eyes and then snapped her fingers.

The next moment, the comfortably sleeping little Lolita was abruptly woken by a chill, much like the feeling of someone suddenly slipping their icy, snow-played hands at the nape of your neck in winter, an utterly chilling sensation that could immediately snap one awake.

Well, just a trivial forceful wake-up spell.

This was a spell Dorothy had uniquely created years ago when calling her younger sister Alice to wake up.

It had been many years since she last used it, but now with the opportunity to care for a child again, this convenient and handy spell proved useful once more.

“Ah…

cold, cold, cold, is there a leak in the house again…”

Instantly, Artie opened her eyes and sprang up from the bed, shouting this.

However, as she shouted, looking around the unfamiliar room, the little Lolita’s brain short-circuited for a moment, then she started to wonder where she was until she saw Dorothy beside the bed, and her body involuntarily shuddered.

From the look of it, that game of hide-and-seek chase from the day before had really terrified her, likely leaving some psychological scars.

“Where is this?

Why am I here?”

The little Lolita asked warily.

She only remembered being taken to this church by this wicked woman yesterday, then a gentle and kind Big Sister and a little girl who looked somewhat similar to herself, but with horns and a tail showed up.

They talked a bit, and the gentle Big Sister even told her and the horned and tailed strange child a story for a while.

Honestly, the stories were pretty stale, and though Artie found them a bit boring, she didn’t dare show it and just nodded off listening, only to wake up just now.

“Of course, it’s my room.

Time to get up, wash up, and start the morning training,”

The Homebody Witch snapped her fingers again, the wardrobe beside opened and heaps of cloth flew out, wrapping around the little Lolita under the influence of magic, and eventually tailoring themselves into a simple and comfy sports outfit.

“Uh, thanks, no wait, why am I in your room?

What did you do to me?”

Artie, somewhat surprised by her new clothes, thanked her subconsciously, but soon she caught on and crossed her arms protectively in front of her chest, then asked nervously.

Seeing that look in the little Lolita’s eyes, as if she were looking at a pervert, Dorothy stiffened, her fists clenched.

“I think you’re just itching for another beating, weren’t you beaten enough last night?”

The Homebody Witch felt insulted.

As a staunch supporter of the Mature Lady faction, how could she possibly be interested in a little brat with nothing much to offer?

Besides, when it came to pure beauty, it wasn’t really clear who was at a loss and who was making a huge gain.

“I was just asking, no need to be angry, I’m getting up now,”

Artie, remembering the unsettling glimpse of the wicked woman’s beautiful face she had seen on the Hover Car the day before, suddenly felt less nervous.

She saw that wicked woman’s fists were clenched, and she instinctively covered her butt, then whined in an aggrieved tone.

Wait, why should I cover my butt?

It wouldn’t make sense for her to hit my bottom, right?

The little Lolita frowned, feeling something was off, but after thinking it through, she couldn’t figure out what was wrong since her butt was perfectly fine.

Anyway, she decided to stop pondering over it and quickly get up to wash up, or this wicked woman might go off on her again.