The one who struck was naturally Dorothy. The homebody witch leaned forward, while Miss Divine Witch leaned back. The two formed the classic tango pose and then stared at each other.
Having just completed "Replenishing Magic," the two now possessed the same root of power within their bodies. This power naturally attracted each other, so under this cohesive effect, the atmosphere between them suddenly became somewhat ambiguous.
Miss Divine Witch looked at the Saint Lord before her, even though the other's face was masked and unclear. Just looking into those eyes and recalling the recent beauty, feeling the arm holding her, she found it hard to summon her strength.
It wasn't that she was infatuated; it was simply that the power she hadn't fully mastered yet naturally couldn't resist its original master.
In Dorothy's eyes, the fairy sister in her arms was as delicate and beautiful as a blooming flower, waiting to be picked.
