Just like that, Dorothy, who looked like a deity, arrived at the Royal Palace amid the welcoming procession of Moon Rabbits.
As the gates of the Royal City slowly closed, the previously noble and distant homebody witch immediately reverted to her true self.
"Wow, I'm dead tired."
The various phenomena around her were once again sealed and contained, and the restored Dorothy unceremoniously sprawled on the sofa in the Royal Palace's reception room, breathing heavily.
After all, when people think of the Moon God, they often conjure images of nobility, cool aloofness, beauty, and ladylike grace.
Unfortunately, the real Dorothy, aside from being genuinely beautiful, had nothing to do with these typical impressions of the Moon God, for she had just performed an exhausting act, barely daring to breathe too loudly for fear of accidentally revealing her masculine nature.
"Hey, Ruthfiel, was that enough just now? That should have left them with an image of a deity, right?"
