But what bad intentions could the senior sisters possibly have?
Although they teased me a bit on the homework before, they were still willing to accompany me in a duel afterward, all good people.
The little witch thought to herself.
....
At night, after dining with her sisters and chatting a bit, Dorothy peacefully lay down on the bed, ready to enter dreamland.
One hour, two hours, three hours...
The homebody witch suddenly sprang up from the bed, performing a backflip like a carp.
Damn it, I'm suffering from insomnia.
"Forget it, I'll just go ask directly."
She blinked her eyes, forcing back the bloodshot lines in them, and said.
"Huh?"
The Hat Senior Sister, who had already slept on the pillow beside her, was startled by Dorothy's commotion, drowsily responding with a question mark.
"Dorothy, what are you doing up in the middle of the night? Asking what? Who are you going to ask?"
Senior Fanny was dumbstruck.
