"Ah, Senior Fanny, where's the Divine Artifact you promised? Why did it break so easily? I can't afford to compensate for this even if I sold myself."
Although the fracture on the Conscience Devil's Mirror wasn't very large, just a thin line, Dorothy was still panicking. This item was a creation of the Three Kings, a rare treasure both in symbolism and practical use.
She had finally managed to borrow this Divine Artifact for her mission from the Judgment Court, and if she was to return it damaged, not even having the Great Judge as her biological mother would spare her, let alone the fact that her mother might be the harshest in punishing her afterwards.
But the Homebody Witch was really innocent. She hadn't done anything significant, just looked into the mirror a few times normally. How did it crack so suddenly?
No, Senior, you have to be my witness on this, the blame truly isn't mine.
Dorothy felt completely numb.
