230. The fallen angel is a bad woman.

Dorothy and Hat Senior Sister communicated through a mind link established by their contract; although they had quite a lengthy chat just now, in reality, it had only taken a moment.

Tap tap tap...

Accompanied by the faint but rhythmic sound of hoofbeats, Miss Nina, who had gone to fetch the drinks, returned with a spring in her step.

This also brought Dorothy's attention back to the present; she couldn't help but glance at Centaur Lady's four legs, wondering if she changed her horseshoes daily in the same way that humans change their shoes.

Well, if it were like before with no one else around, Dorothy might have asked right then and there, but after all, Sister Fallen Angel was watching, so the Homebody Witch had to suppress her curiosity.

"Boss, do you know Dorothy?"

Miss Nina settled back across from them, skillfully pouring drinks for the two opposite her, while she asked with a hint of curiosity.