Dorothy: "...."
Hearing the Good Sister's birthday blessing, the homebody witch was of course pretty happy.
But alongside the happiness, she was even more scared, okay.
It felt like getting caught by your parents right after doing something bad: you thought at the very least you'd get a good beating, but instead they didn't lay a hand on you and even took you out for a fancy meal.
How are you supposed to enjoy a last meal like that?
Ahem, pfft pfft pfft, that's not really accurate, seeing as I didn't actually do anything bad, okay.
Dorothy thought this to herself.
But whatever, if I die, I die. I'm a pure-hearted little homebody, yet I've been shoved into an Asura Field between a domineering Ancestral Elder and a stern Good Sister. Where on earth did things start going wrong?
The homebody witch gave up on thinking and chose to just lie flat and let things happen.
Life is like, you know, that thing—if you can't resist, then you might as well enjoy it.
