Early the next morning, when the warm sunlight outside shone through the window onto the blanket, the homebody witch, who had actually only slept a few hours, opened her eyes punctually.
Although the seal of the Blanket Great Demon King was still very strong, the warm bed seemed to sap one's energy, making people too lazy to move. This was the terrible authority from one of the Seven Abyssal Demon Gods, with a corrosive temptation that treated all living beings equally, regardless of their strength.
However, Dorothy was like a heartless scoundrel, mercilessly kicking away the beloved blanket she had been entangled with the night before, getting up without hesitation, and preparing to freshen up.
Well, they say one must have self-awareness. The homebody witch was well aware of her lazy nature, and she had no self-discipline. To avoid becoming a good-for-nothing who just lazes around, she had to rely on the inertia of her lifestyle to push herself forward.
