"Magic mirror, oh magic mirror, there's a witch whose beauty is unparalleled and talent is abundant, yet her fate is filled with hardships. Though she is naturally peaceful, she finds daily life difficult. Who is this poor beautiful girl?"
"Alas, it's me, Dorothy."
Dragon Kingdom, border dockside.
The Homebody Witch stepped out of the White Dragon Warship, summoned an ice mirror with a wave, and examined her attire in the mirror, talking to herself in a self-questioning and answering manner.
Reflected in the ice mirror was her current appearance, still that classic rustic young lady look.
This time, however, it was the Dragon Witch version.
On her head, two elongated dragon horns extended backward from her forehead, alongside some detailed tiny bone horns, together forming a natural crown.
This inevitably added a touch of wildness and majesty to the otherwise harmless rustic girl.
