Fenrir led the way ahead, while Dorothy carried Artie as they walked behind.
It seems that the Homebody Witch's drumming had triggered the Devil Girl; at this moment, Artie was slightly out of her shell, at least glaring resentfully at Dorothy.
Hmm, to think that a person could be brought out of their shell, a witch's waist drum technique is truly magical, huh.
"Can you calm down and listen to me now?"
She asked in a slightly annoyed tone, seeing the situation.
Artie didn't respond, but she also didn't attempt to resist or cause trouble anymore, remaining quite silent.
This made Dorothy nod in satisfaction, although looking at this child now, her face, which was once pretty, was now smudged with black tear tracks from her earlier crying, making her look quite pitiful.
The Homebody Witch couldn't help but feel soft-hearted and tried to comfort her.
