Chapter 303: The Tin Knight and The Invitation of Memories (3)
Dorothea was a clever girl.
This was evident from the fact that a girl who hadn’t even learned to read and write before meeting the Witch of the East had mastered basic necromancy in just 4 years, and survived for a year while struggling in all sorts of dangerous places.
However, “common sense” was not the kind of ability that could be acquired just because an individual was clever.
It was an ability that could only be gained by mingling with others a lot, melting into society, and gradually learning what was “strange” and what was “normal”.
In other words, it was impossible to cultivate common sense by the side of the Witch of the East, who was the epitome of uncommon sense—eating food only when she felt like it, sometimes sleeping for three days and nights straight while other times staying awake for over a week without issue, treating the use of undead for trivial tasks more lightly than going out for a neighborhood stroll, making one wonder if she was human or the incarnation of death descended to the human world.
Although Dorothea had lived with her parents until she was eight, even those parents didn’t tell their daughter that “you shouldn’t try to enter a city with summoned undead”. Rather, it would be scary if there were parents who gave such education to their daughter.
“Come on, catch her! Catch the wicked necromancer!”
“Don’t let your guard down just because she looks like a child! I’ve heard there are evil types among necromancers who have the ability to parasitize other people’s bodies!”
“How wicked!”
“To think they sacrificed such a young child!”
“Huh? Huh?”
Therefore, even as she saw the soldiers rushing at her in fury, Dorothea didn’t know what she had done wrong.