Even if it's a mount like a bull or horse, it should still have dignity, right? A warrior can be killed but not humiliated. Just thinking about the treatment I might receive later, Sitle feels it might be better to just die.
"Haha, so what you're saying is you're going back on your word?"
Seeing this Aunt of a mount still pretending to be dead, looking as if to say, "I've laid down, go ahead and kill me if you can, but I won't cooperate," Dorothy raised an eyebrow and questioned.
Sitle: "....."
She didn't reply, even grabbed a piece of broken wall to cover her face, planning to be an ostrich all the way.
Hmm, she planned not to say yes or no.
Default on the agreement? If defaulting.
Too bad.....
"Tsk tsk tsk, well then."
Dorothy nodded, surprisingly without continuing to make things difficult for her. The homebody witch just took out her Spellbook, seemingly messaging someone.
Seeing this, Sitle, whose head was buried in the ruins, also breathed a sigh of relief.
