"Dorothy, how can you do this? I'm not ready yet."
Senior Fanny's scream echoed, audible only to Dorothy, with numerous tentacles tugging at the homebody witch's hair, forcing her to divert a bit of her magic power to protect it from being pulled bald by the excited senior.
"What's there to prepare for? It's just a small problem. And don't worry, senior, even if one day you really become enemies with the world, I'll still support you."
Dorothy smiled, sending telepathic reassurance in her heart.
Senior couldn't help but be even more speechless after hearing this.
"Why on earth would I want to be enemies with the world? I'm not completely crazy yet, right?"
She replied grumpily.
In response, the homebody witch blinked.
"Because I'm here to help you, you see, now all the witches in the world are probably looking for you, envious, jealous, and utterly hating you."
She pointed to the announcement she had just sent out, gleefully continuing the telepathic communication.
