Chapter 187: 166. Witch’s Night Festival

"The principle is fine, the student council doesn’t impose too many restrictions on its members; as long as you can finish the student council’s tasks on time, there aren’t too many other limitations," Sophia said.

Facing her young lady’s shining expectant eyes, Sophia fell silent for a moment but, in the end, caved in and said.

After all, Madeline was serving simultaneously as the Disciplinary Committee Chairwoman and the Armed Society President downstairs.

"Then...."

Dorothy was delighted and was about to ask if the Angel Witch had joined any clubs, but before she could speak, the pure white girl in front of her shook her head.

"I am indeed not part of any clubs right now—I’m a free agent—but I must decline joining your club, my lady; after all, I am planning to start my own club to participate in the upcoming Witch’s Night Festival,"

Sophia said.

"Uh... Witch’s Night Festival? What is that?"

Dorothy was also stunned, but her point of interest was immediately redirected, and she asked with some confusion.

Angel Witch: "..."

Normally, shouldn’t you be persuading me more right now?

But this wasn’t the first or second time her young lady’s thought patterns had been unique. She was almost used to it but had no choice but to start explaining with a sense of resignation.

"Actually, it’s just a campus festival. It’s an old tradition at Witch Academy that has been held annually since the Divine King founded Witch Academy,"

"The reason it’s called Witch’s Night is that all participating students will be taken into an illusory realm called Witch’s Night for training. The background of this realm will be based on famous historical battles in witch history, and all students will get to experience what a real battlefield feels like."

"After Witch’s Night ends, all students’ battle merits will be tabulated, and they can use these merits to exchange for prizes at the academy’s activity shop. That’s pretty much it."

"Since it is a simulated battlefield, Witch’s Night generally does not accept individual entries; it’s participated in by clubs to simulate a battle group’s feeling in combat."

"There is a significant prize in this year’s festival shop that I need. In order to earn the points for this prize, I need to create a powerful club to participate, so please forgive me for not joining your club until the festival is over,"

Sophia said.

Upon hearing this, Dorothy finally understood.

Got it, just like how her school in her previous life used to organize viewings of war movies every day, this Witch’s Night Festival is just a version of patriotic education in the Witch World, also providing these future little witches with a simulated warfare experience.

It’s a really good event indeed.

But that made her even more perplexed.

"That’s it?"

She gave the Angel Witch in front of her a rather strange look,n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"To put it simply, you just need a club to clear the festival activities, right? Why don’t you just join my club then? We could participate in the festival together."

The homebody witch really couldn’t understand Sophia’s logic; she needed a club for the jobs, and Sophia needed a club for the festival. Isn’t it perfect since they both needed a club? Since it’s the same requirement, why not just do it together?

Ah, maybe she thinks I’m weak? Worried that I’ll hold her back during the event.

Emmm... never mind then, I guess I am indeed pretty weak.

Realizing this, Dorothy finally understood.

But it doesn’t matter, she may not be skilled, but each member of the club is a big shot.

You foolish Little Angel, do you know what invitation you just refused? This club is invincible with its Sage Level combat power. See the hat on my head? It says ’Hat Senior Sister,’ but it means ’cheat.’

Dorothy thought proudly to herself, then received a tentacle whip from Hat Senior Sister.

"I always feel you’re thinking something very rude, and I’ve already told you I’m just in name only, I don’t do work, Dorothy, you can go to the festival if you want, but I’m definitely not going to help you cheat."

The familiar and the master have a certain degree of telepathy, although it’s not as scary as mind reading, but generally sensing emotions is still possible. Thus, noticing her master’s cunning thought for the first time, Hat Senior Sister stretched out her tentacle, which hammered like an angry cat’s paw, and said so unhappily.

But because senior Fanny didn’t use full strength, the tentacle was soft, and with invisible Dragon Scale protection, the rough-skinned Dorothy took it merely as a head massage.

Meanwhile, Angel Witch was also shocked by her own mistress’s doubt.

"But miss, weren’t you intent on becoming a Research Witch? The club you’re forming must be a research club, right? You who always say you hate fighting are willing to participate in the Witch’s Night festival?"

"Just to clarify, the dreamscape of Witch’s Night is a hundred percent simulation of an actual battlefield, even the pain of death is completely simulated. Aren’t you afraid?"

Pure White Witch also couldn’t understand the miss at this moment; she had refused the miss’s invitation not because she thought the miss was weak, after all, the miss was the only peer witch who had ever beaten her.

She simply thought that given the miss’s personality, she was mostly unwilling to engage in wartime festivals like Witch’s Night. Wasn’t she the one who disliked killing and hated fighting?

"Umm...."

Dorothy was again puzzled by Angel Witch’s words.

"Why would you think I wouldn’t participate in such a fun festival? After all, Witch’s Night is just an illusion, right?"

To Homebody Witch, the so-called Witch’s Night festival was nothing more than a virtual game. How could she miss such an interesting game? She would be meek on a true battlefield where death was a possibility, but she was absolutely aggressive in these safe simulated battlefields.

"Miss, I’m not joking with you—Witch’s Night is powered by Divine King’s Divine Artifact, the Mirror of Illusion. Everything inside the dreamscape can almost be regarded as a real battlefield, the cruelty of a real battlefield..."

Sophia wanted to continue stressing the seriousness of this matter, after all, in her opinion, the miss was wonderful in every way, but her naively tender nature worried her. She feared that a psyche as compassionate as hers towards other races, upon truly witnessing the cruelty of a battlefield, would be left with psychological scars.

But...

"Isn’t that even better? Such a game becomes even more interesting that way. After all, it’s just a bunch of phantoms."

Dorothy’s lips curved up, revealing a slightly bloodthirsty smile; her normally alluring peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a trace of wickedness as she looked at the stunned Angel Witch.

"Look, Sophia, don’t you think you might be mistaking me for some kind of Holy Mother who can’t stand blood? I’ve lived on the ground for many years, though you might not believe me, but I might have more lives on my hands than you do. You, who have long lived in the heavens, do you know what the ground looks like?"

"From my perspective, you might be the miss."

Homebody Witch glanced at her hands, then shook her head, returning to normal.

"Alright, let’s not talk about this and that, just tell me if you’ll join my club."

Dorothy resumed her everyday laziness and asked thus.

Yet, on the other side, Sophia was still immersed in the aura she had felt in that instant from the miss across from her.

This was killing intent, also known as murderous aura, the purest aggregation of resentment and curse left by numerous lives before their killers as they perished.

So...

...Angel Witch deep in thought...