And after she had just witnessed her tactics and words, Dorothy felt even more uncomfortable.
What a textbook hypocrite, disgusting, truly freaking disgusting.
Especially the undisguised greedy gaze towards her made Dorothy feel like there were bugs crawling all over her, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
Come on, buddy, act normal, okay? I can see why you've been tricked; your wolfish ambition is written all over your face.
Dorothy crossed her arms, looking somewhat speechlessly at Izanagi, who wore a confident expression.
"No, no, we're not suitable. Uncle, you have such a heavy odor, I can't take it, let's not meet."
The homebody witch shook her head, ruthlessly refusing his invitation.
Who would want to enter such a disgusting place?
