"Actually, Miss, if you were to go down to the surface, you'd find that many of the otherworldly races who haven't seen a real witch before still think that we witches all have three heads and six arms, green faces and fangs, much like the monster that is a demon,"
Upon hearing such an explanation, Dorothy's mouth twitched.
So, just how terrifying must witches have been on the battlefield to leave such a deep-seated and inherited impression of fear in these otherworldly races? It's as if the fear of witches is etched directly into their DNA.
"And the main reason?"
She pressed on.
The pure-white girl tilted her head but didn't answer directly. Instead, she posed a question to Dorothy.
"Miss, has anyone ever told you that you seem to lack a bit of self-awareness?"
"Uh... "
Dorothy was even more confused by this bizarre question.