The reflection in the cup was her own face, a visage so stunningly beautiful it was beyond words, capable of enchanting anyone who glanced at it.
Dorothy: "....."
The homebody witch, driven by anger, crushed the cup in her hand, almost unable to withstand her own charm due to the loss of her power.
It's said that beauty is a curse, bearing such a face, why should I even bother to hang on, darn it.
At this point, Dorothy was completely numb.
If she had still been a witch, she would naturally have ways to disguise herself as before, but now she was just a weak, pathetic, and helpless mortal, truly unable to hide.
At this moment, the Divine King had not yet awoken, so naturally, there were no witches. Thus, all the preliminary testers were starting as mortals.