Dea thought she was a very, very bad girl.
The instant she learned that Ash temporarily couldn't circulate Spell Power, her first reaction wasn't worry, wasn't sadness, wasn't anger at her own helplessness, but... genuine delight. She even had to let Lys, who was truly worried about Ash, take over her body, or none of them would have been able to hide the smile in their eyes.
Dea could hardly believe she was this bad, but when she saw that Ash had really become a cripple, she realized she had been waiting for this day for so long... It was like an enormous iceberg collapsing with a thunderous crash, the dark tide hidden within it devouring the entire world... Those wicked thoughts she hadn't even dared think, those devilish ideas she hadn't dared touch, disguised themselves as dazzling, iridescent Bubbles and burbled apart in her mind, until they polluted her pure heart into twisted colors.
"Witch" was the codename Ash had given her. Though Dea didn't dislike it, she didn't think it suited her very well either, since she bore no Malice toward anyone. But she was wrong. It wasn't that she had no Malice. She simply hadn't had the chance.
Do you hear the sound of Bubbles popping? That was the witches cheering.
She had always been waiting for the day when her and Ash's positions were reversed.
Yes, although she was the Empress Isu, possessed the Gospel God, held imperial authority and divine right on earth, and could set the state machine in motion with a single command, whenever she was with Ash, it was always Ash educating her, always her having to follow Ash's wishes, always her needs being ignored.
Ash was the Knight who protected the Princess, and she was the Princess who had gained the