Chapitre 258: 231. The Queen Under the Shadow

Dorothy finally left the bar as if she were escaping, feeling as though her purity was almost tainted.

Damn it, Sophia, I didn't expect you, who seemed so abstinent and frigid, would have such a nasty incarnation. What kind of people are these?

The homebody witch brought the sleeve of her robe to her nose and sniffed. It was full of the perfume scent from Sister Fallen Angel, which actually smelled quite nice. It wasn't too strong; the scent was fresh, elegant, and lingering, making you immediately think of a big sister.

But Dorothy never used perfume; she wasn't accustomed to that stuff.

"Awakening magic."

She snapped her fingers, and a glimmer of magic light flashed over her body. The homebody witch sniffed again and the familiar fragrance of a variety of flowers reached her nose, making her nod in satisfaction.

Yeah, my own scent is more comfortable to smell, it's just that it tends to attract bees and butterflies in the summer, which is a bit annoying.