"Name your price, then,"
Dorothy had grown tired of standing, so she sat cross-legged on a lamppost and continued to look down at the tall, cold witch below her.
However, the Frost Snow Lady herself was somewhat baffled; her witch's mind was struggling to accept such a turn of events.
What the hell, someone cracked the forbidden curse of another world in just two minutes? Were all those Spell Masters before just pulling my leg, pretending it was harder than it actually is?
Pshaw, what am I thinking? Obviously, it's Lord Clown who is being rather outrageous.
It took a while for her brain to reboot and recover from the shock that was neither scientific nor magical, and to come back to her senses. She was somewhat conflicted about the Phantom King's inquire for a price.
