"Is this Lord Yama?"
Dorothy looked at the serious-faced girl with a slightly odd expression.
She couldn't help it. In her long-held beliefs, the image of Yama from the underworld should have been a serious and dignified figure. Even in the Witch World, the Female Yama should at least be a high-cold mature lady with a stern aura. But what was this?
The homebody witch carefully scrutinized Lord Yama. This figure was slightly taller than her younger sister, probably around 1.4 meters. But even so, calling this figure a young lady was somewhat exaggerated. This was essentially a big loli.
Moreover, she had a face that was very much like a cherry blossom girl's doll face, with an exquisite and pretty small face slightly chubby with baby fat. So even though she was trying her hardest to keep a straight face, the feeling she gave off was still one of cuteness rather than impressiveness. It was amusing, like a little sister trying to imitate an adult's expression.
