By the time the sky was already dimly lit, the Home Martial Soul finally returned to the top floor of the Tower of Shine.
As the Martial Soul transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the chest of the witch lying on the bed, Dorothy opened her eyes.
"Hmm, it really was a marvelous night."
The homebody witch, while sitting up in bed, thought to herself.
Once her consciousness returned to her body, because she had rested well all of last night, she felt suddenly refreshed, as if the whole world was exceptionally clear and bright.
Although this was just an illusion, since a witch's body wouldn't possibly feel tired even after days without sleep, such an illusion wasn't too bad. It allowed her to have a sense of ritual, as if she were greeting the new day with a fresh face.
"I love to brush, brush, brush..."
