"Good heavens, so you can use machinery for poisoning too. My perspective was too narrow before."
The Poison Master instantly had an epiphany.
On the throne, the restraints that bound Dorothy loosened one by one. The tentacle-like cables also withdrew from the brain-machine interface at the back of her head, and the homebody witch opened her eyes again.
"Excellent, that shot really cleared my mind."
She thought to herself.
Although she was never enthusiastic about being an Armed Witch, faced with the opportunity to fire such a satisfying shot, she couldn't refuse. Humans, sometimes, are inherently contradictory.
After a brief reflection, she turned her gaze to Vivian in the hall, nodded at her, and praised.
"Vivian, it's been tough for you all these years. This Dragon Mountain-class is truly remarkable, no, it's perfect—so perfect that even I myself couldn't replicate it. I give you full marks on this project. You truly deserve this pride."
