"What a good sister, you've just been deceived like this."
Emily watched Aloe chatting with the other members of the envoy in the distance, feeling pity for her.
Lette raised an eyebrow, "You're itching for trouble again, aren't you?"
"I'm telling the truth!"
Emily shook her head, "She's at least the leader of the envoy sent by the Divine Court, shouldering the important task of communication between the two sides.
Now that you've turned her, how will you end it?"
"I never planned to make a move; this was an unexpected delight."
Emily was stunned for a moment, then understood: "Could it be, this Aloe is the Light Witch?
No, no, impossible!
I was so close to her, why didn't I smell anything?"
Lette rolled his eyes at her, "Did you forget, the Light Witch has a certain subtlety.
Cinderella isn't anything special, just an ordinary girl.
If you could smell her, I'd be surprised."
Emily pouted, "Then why could I smell Witch Charm on Sister Joanna back in the Holy City?"
