The next morning, at the top floor of the Tower of Shine in the Witch Academy.
The dazzling morning sunlight filtered through the window, casting warm and gentle rays upon the large bed in the bedroom.
Perhaps sensing the change in temperature, the girl on the bed, whose dreamlike beauty was nearly indescribable in words, twitched her eyelids and then stretched out a hand to rub her eyes, her vision blurry as she sat up.
Dorothy sat there dazed for two minutes before her entire body jolted awake, now fully alert.
"Damn it, I'd barely been asleep for three hours,"
the homebody witch grumbled to herself.
She had stayed up late the night before, engrossed in studying Forbidden Curses, and had lost track of time. By the time she realized it, the sky was already getting light. When she checked the time, lo and behold, it was 4:30 a.m.
