A few minutes later, the group left the talent market's display area, but the atmosphere, compared to when they had arrived, felt somewhat awkward now.
Dorothy had turned entirely ashen, the glint in her eyes lost, as she fell into a state of retreat within herself.
Indeed, if it were possible, she'd want nothing more than to buy a spaceship ticket overnight and flee the Witch World, seeking a secluded life at the ends of the earth.
Oh my gosh, I'll never sign such a tricky contract on a whim again. It's over now, and how will I ever show my face to others in the future?
The recluse Homebody Witch in her embarrassed self-imposed isolation no longer dared to lift her head and look at her companions, knowing her image was thoroughly ruined.
Is this what social death feels like?
Meanwhile, Senior Mia, the other person involved in this awkward incident, seemed rather composed, though it was just a facade; in reality, the Golden Princess's heart was blooming with joy.