"Are you one of us?"
"...."
Dorothy ultimately spoke, this time she was more calmer and questioned something Lucien wasn't expecting. Lucien only raised an eyebrow, confused by the question.
"If you are one of us, I'll accept you and maybe, forgive you as this had never happened."
"..."
Lucien tilted her head as though she was questioning herself. "My apologies but I beg to differ about your forgiveness. You seemed confused but let me remind you something..." She picks up her tea and inhales the aroma of the cream milk. She couldn't explain in words about the aroma. "Do not put me in your league just because you could see something that is about to happen."
"You don't seem to understand what I could hold." Dorothy was as well confused. She wanted to think that the villain was as well transmigrated and was trying to hide her identity, but she was wrong. She was merely the part of the character in this book.
