Leisure moments always pass by quickly.
Soon, the seven-day vacation of the Witch World came to an end, and the Dragon King's birthday banquet finally wrapped up, granting Dorothy her freedom once more.
"Your Majesty the Dragon King, Your Majesty the Empress, thank you for your care during this period."
In the palace dining room, after preparing a lavish breakfast for Nidhogg and Guinevere, Dorothy stood up and bid farewell.
"There's no need for such courtesy, it's just normal hospitality, nothing more than that. On the contrary, we have enjoyed the privilege of your culinary arts."
Nidhogg, as dignified as ever, merely nodded. This impeccable king's eyes remained deep, revealing no emotion, and her tone was unhurried and calm, with no ripples.
Neither overly enthusiastic, nor quite indifferent.
But Guinevere beside her was much more expressive; Her Majesty the Empress had tears in her eyes as she warmly embraced the homebody witch.
