"...?"
Faust tilted her head, caught off guard by the sudden display. The girl sitting in front of her was unmistakably Dorothy, the same apprentice the Witch of Midnight had introduced to her a century ago.
The only difference was that the little girl from back then had grown into a beautiful woman.
"What are you apologizing for?"
"T-The tent…! Because of my current financial troubles… I had to give up the workshop…"
"Ah…?"
Only then did Faust take a proper look around.
Now that she noticed it, everything was different. The atmosphere felt familiar, but the structure itself was not.
Back then, this had been a proper building. Now, however, it was nothing more than a makeshift tent.
"What happened? And where is your master? Why are you the only one handling the finances?"
At that, Dorothy's expression darkened. Her gaze fell, and she could no longer meet Faust's eyes.
"...Master is… missing…"
"Huh?"
