Early morning the next day.
When the first ray of sunlight gently shone into this fairy-tale-like and magnificently beautiful garden manor, filled with the innocence of a maiden's heart, the stunning witch on the bed opened her eyes.
"Good morning, Night City."
So thought Dorothy in her heart.
Even though she was still drowsy at this moment, and even though the dreadful duvet Great Demon King was still attempting to seal her, and the temptation of the sloth Original Sin was so enticing, the homebody witch still mechanically, as if by instinct, threw off the covers and got out of bed decisively.
The moment her feet touched the ground, those inherent Life Magic skills began serving their master diligently.
