Then.....
"Hmm, I guess I really did get possessed and transmigrated."
To the homebody witch's horror, Artie actually nodded and said this.
Dorothy: "....."
Damn, her eyes filled with terror.
Because she knew, Artie wasn't joking at all, and the aura of this brat she had known for a while suddenly became unfamiliar and terrifying.
However, this terrifying power surge wasn't too unfamiliar to Dorothy, after all, she had felt it many times before on the mountains during Witch's Night with her good sister.
This was the power belonging to the Witch King.
Oh my god, Artie was possessed by Lord Demon King.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
The homebody witch immediately didn't dare act recklessly, her attitude clearly becoming respectful.
She could mess around with Artie, but with the Witch King, Dorothy had to maintain the respect of a subject.
"No need for formalities, my teacher."
Astimos spoke.
"I don't dare, what virtue or ability do I have to become Your Majesty's teacher."
