The fate-like spellcasting failure seemed to be the origin of the love-hate relationship between Lord Demon King and The Sage of Lies.
Dorothy quietly possessed the body of the young Demon Queen, silently observing the unfolding storyline.
"Hey, little sister upstairs, your letter fell."
Downstairs, the long-legged beauty walking her dog looked up, revealing a rather exquisite face.
Although tall and graceful, Hermes had a pure face not quite matching her figure. At this moment, as she looked up, the sunlight fortuitously shined on her face, making her appear even more dazzling and beautiful, like a lotus emerging from water.
Especially with a gentle smile on her face, an aura of a friendly big sister from next door wafted off her, like a gentle spring breeze that unwittingly stirred ripples in the previously calm Heart Lake.
Anyway, the homebody witch possessing the young Demon Queen was a bit charmed.
