Chapter 2263 - 1133: The Thirteen Clans’ Punishment

Chapter 2263: Chapter 1133: The Thirteen Clans’ Punishment

Dorothy blinked, finding the exquisite and beautiful face beneath the Black Sheep Sage’s mask not unfamiliar at all.

Though the girl from the past had now risen to the rank of Sage, and her formidable power had elevated her rare beauty to a nation-toppling allure, she still recognized Clare immediately, her assistant from the Witch’s Night.

Yet, Dorothy recalled the depiction of the Black Sheep Sage from her memory, where this ancient sage was most often portrayed as a gentle, kind old woman.

Moreover, from her last interaction with Lord Pan, his behavior and speech actually aligned more with that image of a kindly grandmother.

But now seeing her again, it’s as if Grandma has magically become youthful!

The homebody witch found this change a bit hard to adjust to immediately.

After all, if this Sage were still appearing in the form of an elder, Dorothy would have no burden showing her respect, but now Clare appears to her as a young girl, making Dorothy feel a bit confused between dream and reality, instinctively wishing to interact as in the dream.

Seemingly understanding the homebody witch’s dilemma, the Black Sheep Sage took the initiative to explain.

"My lady, a witch’s appearance is shaped by her heart. Formerly, filled with regret, I naturally aged. But now, thanks to you giving me an opportunity to make amends, I’ve been reborn."

This was the truth.

In her first go-around, though she was a Sage, she gained her strength by losing everything she cared about, making her, like Lord God King, a tragic Avenger.

Yet now, Lord God King wielded immense power to alter the past, presenting a past without regrets before her. How would she choose?

The answer, naturally, was the only one.

Koreya unhesitatingly chose to embrace this new past, even though it significantly impacted her, acknowledging the influence of Lady Dorothy upon accepting this new history.

For an ancient sage, this was indeed a form of wear and tear.

Yes, like the wear of growth, even a benign one is still wear.

But who cares?

Even if given millions of opportunities to choose, Clare would always choose her family and friends, chucking any concern about wear and tear. Whether this benign wear is a cost or an opportunity remains to be seen, but even if it were a cost, this negligible price in comparison to family and friends is inconsequential.

The Black Sheep Sage was genuinely grateful to Lady Dorothy before her, further valuing the miracle due to the painful experiences of tens of thousands of years in the first timeline, thus there’s no way she’d refuse Lord God King’s gift, much less oppose it. She was simply overjoyed, couldn’t wait, and willingly chose to embrace that beautiful dream, merging with the Clare in the dream.

She contentedly chose to actively accept the wear and tear.

And so, the aged old woman was worn down into the beautiful girl of eighteen she now resembled.

After all, nowadays, she has a perfect family and lots of descendants, her biggest worry being some teammates and wives constantly fighting for favor, but that’s a happy concern.

Koreya’s mindset is now very youthful, or in the current Magic Network lingo, she’s the protagonist of a rebirth-themed novel.

"Ah, that’s truly wonderful."

Upon hearing this, Dorothy also smiled.

Wise as the Witch of the Forest, she naturally understood the underlying meaning in the Black Sheep Sage’s words, genuinely feeling happy for Clare, while also feeling a small pride in her heart.

Previously, she had been a bit unhappy with the Good Sister’s drastic act of altering history, thinking that Denisha was putting her on a pedestal when she merely wished for a simple and low-key life.

But now, she suddenly felt that changing history was quite good, because at least in this way, she had truly redeemed some people.

Only...

"Alas, what a pity I couldn’t create a better ending."

Dorothy couldn’t help but think this.

Well, had she known that trial wasn’t a simple test, she could have performed better; many decisions should have been more meticulous.

The homebody witch felt some regret, unfortunately, even her Good Sister probably can’t give her another chance to redo it.

And perhaps seeing Dorothy’s regret, Clare stepped forward, boldly taking the homebody witch’s hand proactively.

"Lady, you don’t need to carry everything alone. You can trust us a little more now, at least I’m no longer that girl who could only hide behind you."

She spoke earnestly.

Dorothy: "....." ℯℯ𝘭.

Feeling the magic power waves emanating from Clare, far surpassing even senior Fanny, the homebody witch certainly wouldn’t dare to truly treat Clare as a little girl.

Even her most powerful Black Impermanence form might not be a match for this former assistant.

Yes, indeed grown up, grown so much it’s a bit frightening.

The homebody witch snarked inwardly.

Nonetheless, she could also sense the sincerity of the girl sage standing before her, knowing that Clare wasn’t acting, and each gesture and word came from the heart; this truly was the assistant who once ran behind her every day.

Because of this, Dorothy inevitably felt a sense of closeness, and the thick barrier between them slightly dissolved.