"Miss, what's with your belly?"
Sophia looked at Dorothy with an expression that said, "Whose baby are you carrying?"
The homebody witch felt helpless about it too. She could only stroke her belly, which still looked like she was seven or eight months pregnant, while explaining.
"I had a culinary showdown with a big shot in the Imperial Kitchen this morning. The expert's cooking skills were impeccable, but the ingredients were a bit too high level. With my current ability, it's a bit hard to digest, and I'm pondering what to do. Otherwise, this belly might stay like this for at least a year."
She was a bit troubled.
Dorothy realized just then that Lord Galahad had really gone all out to host her. The unknown black dragon tail she offered was likely far more high-level than Dorothy had initially imagined. Not only was it delicious, but the nutrients were overwhelmingly rich too.
