"A commendable will, it seems you do possess some spirit after all, not entirely useless."
As she looked at the Angel Witch who continued to struggle despite the overwhelming gap in power, Dorothy spoke, first praising her in this way.
Then, she shook her head.
"Just a bit foolish, though. Do you really still believe that I'm targeting you deliberately because you refused me, that I want to force you into submission through violence, to tame you?"
The gaze of the Homebody Witch pierced straight through the innermost thoughts of the Angel Witch on the ground, as she asked this question.
"Heh, isn't that the case? My lady, although you are indeed more powerful at the moment, a proud Angel will never yield to such force."
Meredith also struggled to lift her head, the golden-haired, blue-eyed beauty now looking somewhat ragged, her face smeared with dust and a trace of blood on her forehead, but her eyes were still defiant and unyielding.
