Chapter 547: Chapter 267: End of Summer Vacation, New Semester, Transfer Student Chapter 547: Chapter 267: End of Summer Vacation, New Semester, Transfer Student “Are you done talking?” Witch Black Rose flicked a strand of hair away from her ear, speaking impatiently, “What do we do now? Don’t ask me ‘what do we do’, I’m referring to this person here.”

With that, she lifted her thorny “finger” and pointed at the Sloth Witch.

Upon hearing this, the white-haired and white-eyed Doll “clack-clack” opened its mouth, which could be seen stitched together with threads, but from within its throat emerged a calm and fluent stream of speech.

“Give her the invitation to Babel Tower, then find a place to send her back. It’s not time to start ‘Witch’s Night’ yet, and she’s not strong enough anyway.”

“Ha, just let her go like that?” Witch Black Rose tilted her head in puzzlement, but then she considered that the decisions of the Doll Witch were hardly ever wrong, in her experience.

“She’s only a contingency plan,” said the Doll Witch. “If possible, I still hope our sixth witch can be Ash.

I’m also curious to see what kind of power she will display after becoming a witch.”

Her tone didn’t sound like that of a witch, but rather like an elf singing in the woods–each word honest, and even when she said “contingency plan,” there was no hint of disdain.

However, upon hearing these words, Shi Neian still felt secretly disgruntled.

She slightly pursed her lips downward while her whip seemed eager to move. If this were her at the beginning, she would’ve objected somehow, but Witch Black Rose had bamboozled her with a “nice head, good sound” remark, and she quieted down, keeping silent.

Kobe had warned her beforehand that these witches wouldn’t reason with you the same way magical girls do — they appear peaceful, but their core is a writhing mess of corruption, and if you really provoked them, you’d be beyond redemption. Shi Neian saw this with her own eyes and understood that these witches were indeed not to be trifled with.

She sighed, thinking maybe she should just go home and lie down, not bother with anything else. “Maybe it’s better to just go home and be still,” thought Shi Neian.

“Why does it have to be Ash?” Black Rose asked deliberately.

“All I can tell you is that she was mentioned in a prophecy left by a deceased witch,” the Doll Witch replied.

Upon hearing this, Kobe, who had been eavesdropping in his spiritualized form, was momentarily thrown off track.

“So… will they still make a move on my little sister?” Mingye thought to himself. Originally, when he heard that the condition to initiate Witch’s Night was six exceptionally gifted witches, he had wondered whether he had inadvertently made Shi Neian a scapegoat, even assisting these witches in fulfilling their plans.

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But now it seemed that due to the “prophecy,” the Doll Witch had a fixation on Bai Zini–thus she would rather keep Shi Neian as an alternate rather than not make Bai Zini the prime candidate for the sixth person to initiate Witch’s Night.

Of course, Mingye himself knew just how strong Bai Zini was after her witchification–in the system’s assessment, Ember Witch was an entity capable of sitting at the same table as Zeus.

That these witches would have their sights set on Bai Zini was not a surprising matter at all but entirely plausible.

“Understood.”

After a moment of silence, Witch Black Rose summoned thorns to take an envelope from the round table, wrapping it layer by layer, then handed it to the Sloth Witch.

The Sloth Witch lowered her eyes, accepting the envelope with its array of strange patterns, which resembled an entrance ticket to a dark forest.

The next moment, the envelope suddenly turns to ash and disappears without a trace.

“When you need it, it will appear. Open the envelope, and you’ll be able to enter the Babel Tower and meet us here,” Black Rose said with a calm that had not a ripple in it.

She paused: “When we need to contact you, the letter will also display text. The text above is our message to you… understand?”

“Fine.”

The Sloth Witch listlessly assented, taking the envelope and thinking, I’m not like you immortals–I just want to live it up, not destroy the world. You don’t really think I’ll willingly come knocking on your door, do you?

At that moment, seeing the Dolls by the round table silent, Black Rose spoke up: “You should leave, the exit is that way.”

“Farewell.”

The Sloth Witch tossed her magic wand aside casually, lifted her hands to cup them together, bowing her head in a respectful gesture.

Her action stunned Black Rose into silence, thinking, how could there be such an eccentric witch?

Cold fact: before becoming a witch, one must first be a magical girl. So how could such a bizarre person have been chosen by a Comet Fragment, or… was her previous incarnation a Contracted Species magical girl, brought into the fold due to some Contracted Beast’s unfortunate oversight?

Black Rose pondered, her thoughts suddenly interrupted by the Sloth Witch’s words.

“Senior, could you play along, too? Like in a martial arts drama–a sworn sisterhood? Girl help Girl, Witch help Witch, championing the spirit of feminism.”

The Sloth Witch uttered languidly. Her approach to life was: When you feel powerless against the world yet yearn to rebel, either go mad or get abstract.