In another place, a girl with messy hair like a pile of tumbleweeds, dressed in rags like a beggar, sat in an extremely luxurious chair.
Opposite her was a large man who could only lie still on the bed because all his limbs were broken.
Yes, that's Dorothy and Doran.
Dorothy smiled and said: "Well… your love broke all your limbs; it seems she really likes you. Hahahaha…"
Hearing Dorothy's laughter, Doran frowned: "Huh! It's because she doesn't realise my true power and potential."
"Tch!" Dorothy clicked her tongue: "I don't know whether to call you stupid or persistent."
"I think it's best for you to give up the idea of marrying that woman as your wife. You... can't control her."
"There is no woman I cannot control." Doran shouted angrily.
But right after that, he gritted his teeth again because the pain from his wounds made him feel like he wanted to lose consciousness.
