Ask, under the starry sky there was a beauty, her black hair like eternal night, bright eyes sparkling like stars, her powerful magic made the world tremble, her supreme beauty made all creatures submit, who was this beauty? "That's right, it's me, the Witch King, Dorothy!" ps: The original title is "Armed Witch." This is a slow-burn story, not for those who dislike a slow pace. Not for those who dislike a slow pace! Not for those who dislike a slow pace!
"What's going on with your people? Is this some local custom you have when meeting foreigners?"
Looking at the kneeling Moon Rabbits, Dorothy, still unaware of what had happened, suppressed a nearly subconscious grin and turned her head doubtfully towards Miss Moon Rabbit beside her to ask this question.
Speaking of which, she had been negligent. She rashly visited without investigating the Moon Rabbits' customs beforehand. So now the question arose, how should she respond?
Well, when you think about it, even neighboring villages in her previous life's world might have different dialects and customs. And now, she was dealing with exchanges between otherworldly races from another world, so it would be strange if there weren't any cultural differences.