Dorothy opened her eyes.
"Ah, it's a strange ceiling."
She looked up at the ceiling of the Hall of Holy Blood, which was both familiar and strange, and sighed with emotion.
"Dorothy, are you okay?"
The homebody witch hadn't finished her musings when a figure suddenly embraced her tightly and asked with concern.
Indeed, it was a really tight hug, and besides her arms, numerous tentacles extended from the body of this monochromatic beauty, nearly wrapping Dorothy up like a cocoon.
"I'm fine, what could be wrong? But senior, if you keep hugging me so tightly, something might go wrong soon."
Looking at the beautiful yet dangerous face of Fanny, her long-lost senior, Dorothy smiled and answered.
Yes, she realized she finally returned.
This truly was a unique journey.
And the Evil God Witch, hearing the complaint, slightly relaxed her tentacle grip, but had no intention of releasing the homebody witch, for she was genuinely angry this time.
