After the meal, Dorothy lay on the living room couch, watching the Magic Shadow Curtain on the opposite wall.
It was essentially a magical version of a giant screen TV.
She rubbed her plump belly and lazily flipped through channels, enjoying the leisurely post-meal routine.
She had eaten too much, but it wasn't her fault for being greedy. The ingredients in the world of the Angel Witch were simply too high in quality.
These ingredients, bursting with magic power, could be considered divine treasures. Eating and digesting them increased a witch's magic power, a method of power enhancement usually only affordable by the wickedly wealthy—a way for big spenders to enhance their strength by splurging.
Dorothy felt that just the meal she had today could increase her magic power by about 300 mana, which was almost equivalent to her natural increase over the past six months.
Damn, having money really meant you could do whatever you wanted.