154. Would you like to have some breakfast first?

"Ah, really just counted down to one second..."

In the spectator seats outside the Arena, Dorothy had been enjoying the sight of Madeline's courageous charge below, though the Succubus Girl's Don Quixote-like charge did seem somewhat tragic and intense.

But happiness and sorrow are not mutually shared among people. As a spectator, apart from symbolically squeezing out a few crocodile tears, the homebody witch was still pretty happy to munch on melon seeds and watch the drama unfold.

But somehow, as she was munching, how did it turn out to be her own drama?

When she saw that familiar figure with horns on their head and a tail behind, the little dragonfolk also charging fearlessly at the Magic Dragon, Dorothy's melon seeds dropped to the ground with a smack.

The homebody witch turned to where her Martial Soul used to be, only to see the lonely Skeleton Throne still in its original place while the Fairy King's Martial Soul was nowhere to be seen.