Dorothy thumped away with satisfaction until her hand felt slightly sore. Only then did she wipe away the nonexistent sweat on her forehead, thinking of taking a break before continuing to beat the drum.
But during the break, she noticed the gazes cast upon her. The homebody witch stiffly lifted her head, seeing everyone looking at her, even her old man had a complicated look in his eyes.
Hmm, how come this child is so brave? Educating kids is not supposed to be done before a Demon God, right?
Mr. Hero himself felt that even the Demon Lord of Pride might not be as arrogant as his daughter, otherwise, where did she get the courage to disregard Lucifer's pressure?
In response, Dorothy scratched her head, she couldn't exactly say all her courage came from her good sister.
