"Yay, the results are out,"
"Tsk, fifty-five percent chose to be human, and forty-five percent wanted to be dogs. There's a big issue with the Moon Rabbit Society. It seems they've knelt for so long they can no longer stand. But never mind, there's still hope for salvation."
Just as Ruthfiel was agonizing over her loss of Inspiration, on the other hand, the voting by the Moon Rabbits had also concluded. This made Dorothy reflect on the efficiency of the Moon Rabbits, but when she saw the results, she frowned slightly.
To be honest, she was quite dissatisfied with the outcome, as she couldn't understand why some, given the chance to be human, would instead choose to be dogs, and the ratio was so high, almost half.
But after thinking it over carefully, she did come to understand it a bit.
Well, it's probably similar to the thoughts of those otherworldly races who have completely submitted to the witches, those who shout every day that being dogs for the witches is their honor.
