Seeing how Dorothy flew away like a goddess and disappearing in a flash, Emma knelt there, unable to move.

She just couldn’t believe her eyes. This went against everything she had known in her life.

“Why… Can she fly?”

“Could she… Really be a fairy?”

Emma always compared herself to Dorothy. She wanted to be better than Dorothy in every single aspect. That was because the two were similar in age, and they were just a year apart.

Dorothy, however, had the absolute upper hand in the looks department thanks to her beautiful mother. When the two were still kids, people would naturally start comparing them as long as they hung out. They would compare their looks, their intelligence, and even obedience.

Hence, Emma’s obsession with defeating her had most likely started since then.

No matter the aspect, Emma felt that she just couldn’t win against Dorothy. Whenever they stood together, people only ever complimented Dorothy. It’s as if she was just a mere accessory, a leaf to a flower,