Close at hand was the face of a young human woman.
Why say it like this?
Because her beautiful eyes bore not even a hint of vitality, or rather, not even a hint of life—a human's inherent vigor!
Her snow-white skin made it hard to tell if the face marred by a crimson, strange totem was beautiful or ugly, yet her eyes were indeed very beautiful.
The crimson totem on her face depicted two creatures, neither dragon nor snake, with bared fangs and claws.
The lines of the totem were intricate and subtle, yet the overall effect felt majestically overwhelming.
This Grand Witch named Muses exuded an allure that was both enchanting and frigidly indifferent.
At this moment, after introducing herself, the young woman named Muses regarded the man in front of her with keen interest, her expression initially impassive before the corner of her mouth curled into a smile, which then blossomed into a full grin.
