"Hmmm….I have a picture of your training routine. To solidify that, show me your stats," asked Circe.
In Arcadia, one's stat was as intimate as their private parts. They couldn't show it to just anybody….even close relatives like cousins or siblings.
However, Reve trusted Circe. The witch had no reason to harm him. In fact, he viewed himself as the only thing keeping Circe from fully dissociating from Arcadia.
As soon as he willed it, numerous silhouettes of Nixy windows appeared in his face. They weren't visible to Circe but if he thought hard enough, Circe would be able to see it.
The witch's eyes twinkled as she over-analyzed each content in his stats. Her eyes glared through everything. By the time she was done, she had a greater understanding of Reve far more than the person himself.
