"Alright, senior, calm down. If you really get into a fight, you'll just embarrass yourself. We really can't beat this one."
Dorothy was also trying hard to soothe her senior, as if calming down a ruffled cat.
Senior Fanny: "...."
Well, Dorothy, you're very good at comforting, and it's all true, but really, don't comfort me like this next time.
Senior Parasol cried even louder.
She was tired; let this world be destroyed. You may ignore me now, but when I wipe out the world, you won't be able to look down on me then.
"But, senior, why doesn't this Sage of the Radiant Sun know you?"
Dorothy asked with some confusion.
After all, even her own mother knew about her senior, so why wouldn't this True Sage know?
"If she didn't know, I wouldn't be this angry, but Dorothy, knowing doesn't equate to recognition."
Senior Fanny calmed down a bit and said with a sigh.
Dorothy: "??? "
The homebody witch was a bit bewildered. How could there be such inequality?
