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!
"Ah, really though."
Dorothy actually just asked casually; she had no evidence, simply a kind of intuition, a mysterious sense of familiarity.
If she had to give a reason, then it would only be the instance when Sister Fallen Angel appeared beside her, and they almost came into close contact — Dorothy didn't find it disagreeable, only feeling slightly uneasy.
This was unusual for her, given her social anxiety. If it had been a stranger getting that close upon a first meeting, she probably would have felt quite uncomfortable, but in reality, aside from being a little startled, she didn't feel that bad.
Moreover, when the expressionless Sister Fallen Angel spoke, she really did have a vibe similar to Sophia's, especially with that "I despise you, but since you are the teacher's daughter, I will still grant your requests" look. Dorothy was too familiar with it.