But that didn't stop her from speaking her true mind. After all, she now only had Reverend Father and Dorothy, her two loved ones. The Reverend Father was so formidable that she couldn't lend a hand, so taking care of and protecting Dorothy was what she could and must do well now.
It wasn't just about repaying the father and daughter's kindness, it was also her responsibility as an older sister.
"Alright, Denisha, you don't need to say anymore, I believe you, but what you're saying is too much for me to bear."
Seeing her childhood friend, the big sister, still going on and on, Dorothy's face became somewhat flushed with embarrassment. She hurriedly interjected to cut off the good sister's remarks.
Turtle, turtle, this was a promise from the future Divine King, and she, a little witch, truly couldn't bear it. Denisha herself could speak, but Dorothy hadn't reached the point of being ungrateful enough to dare to acknowledge it.