"Still the same, always meddling in other people's business."
Denisha shook her head, seemingly reprimanding, yet her smile was radiant.
The saintly and solemn aura around her dissipated, and the lonely king once again recalled her humanity.
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"Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder Japan is full of rebels, it's all a trap set by the Good Sister."
In a room at the Yae Residence, Dorothy once again awoke as if sleepwalking, and the memories from her journey to the underworld flowed through her, making many things clear.
Amidst the murky chaos where right and wrong were indistinguishable, a corrupt rule could last long. But when a just order is established, and impartial judgment eventually falls equally on everyone's head, the scales of people's hearts can distinguish between right and wrong.
The witches on Japan have been ruled by aristocrats for a long time, accustomed to the notion that whatever the noble lords say is the Heavenly Reason.
