Dale wet his parched throat with wine and slowly examined the other women.
'That woman over there is the witch called Medea.'
Karl's secretary maid and Circe's adopted daughter.
In a way, she was like a stepdaughter to Karl.
The relationship was complicated and she must be considerably old… but that was because of the special situation of a long-lived species finally taking a husband for the first time.
A woman whose facial expressions barely changed, like a doll.
And her appearance was just as doll-like beautiful, giving a cold impression.
Maybe because she was the same witch and adopted daughter, she somehow resembled Circe.
She exuded a similar mystical aura.
'And the elf over there is Diana, was it?'
Gorgeous blonde hair and a sexy body—that was the impression.
Her outfit was practically pretty bold, exposing her thighs and midriff completely.
They said it was traditional elven clothing, so there was nothing to say…
