Amaterasu Mikoto Setsuna tried hard to control her expression, making sure not to laugh too loud, and considered whether she should act all wistful in front of her teacher.
Amaterasu Life Kikyo nearly couldn't maintain her fairy-like demeanor; her fists clenched tightly in exasperation.
That brat really needs a good thumping every three days; otherwise, she'd tear the house down. This is infuriating.
But never mind, although she's a disciple, she's more like a part of me; both of us are Amaterasu, two sides of one soul, so there's no need to distinguish between us.
"Lord Clown, please take care of us in the future."
Seeing that her teacher somehow held back from hitting her, Miss Ghost Mask stood up, bowed deeply to her superior, and said happily.
"Alright then."
Dorothy didn't refuse, as they'd discussed this before, and she had already given the Little Shrine Maiden a Witch's Home employee card. She was currently the only architectural designer in the guild besides herself.
