In the God King Cathedral, the atmosphere once again sank into silence, and amidst this deathly stillness, Dorothy grew more and more anxious.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to be doing?
She couldn't help but fall into these classic existential questions of life.
Even with her wise mind as the Witch of the Forest, she couldn't figure out why this broken sword chose her and not Sophia.
This sword must be blind, I'm a Dragon Witch, how am I even remotely related to the title of the God King Holy Child, and besides, how could Lord God, an Angel Witch, have a Dragon Witch as the Holy Child.
The races are different, how can they be forced together? People would wonder whether it was an affair involving an angel or a cheating dragon.
Moreover, I was calling Denisha a good sister not long ago, and now you're asking me to be her Holy Child? That's absolutely impossible; I don't play games like that.
