Looking at the expectant gaze of the black sheep girl before her, Dorothy suddenly felt a twinge of guilt.
After all, in some sense, the words of the dark goat were not wrong; she was indeed using this young girl who harbored affection for her.
Even though her manipulation technically amounted to indirectly rescuing the girl, it still didn't mask the fact that she had ulterior motives.
Fortunately, the homebody witch was fairly thick-skinned, devoid of any moral fussiness, and not prone to feeling uneasy over such trifles.
She was not one of those saviors who took it upon themselves to save the world, without selfless grand moralities. Pies didn't just fall from the sky. To gain something, there must be a corresponding effort—this concept of equivalent exchange was the normal worldview for a witch.
Bestowing favors without expecting returns wasn't something she aspired to, nor was she so empty as to seek spiritual fulfillment through such means.
So.....