"emmm... Ruthfiel, what do you think the Moon Rabbits will choose?"
Dorothy, borrowing the authority of the Moon God, sneaked into the psychic network of the Moon Rabbits and listened to Sidwell's speech.
Although the young Moon Rabbit Queen was a bit brash and her manner of speaking still had the roughness of a martial arts warrior, it wasn't a big problem, after all, the Moon Rabbits were a warlike race; it would be odd if they were too polite and genteel.
However, Dorothy was also uncertain about what the Moon Rabbits would ultimately decide.
"Isn't this your idea, Miss? It was your insistence on giving them the right to choose. If you ask me, dictatorship is still better."
The bad woman, who was a Fallen Angel, glanced sideways at the miss by her side and rolled her eyes slightly.
