"It must be great to have a doting mate. Even the Ancient Golden Crown and Solar Scepter of the Thousand-Year Old Witch can be handed over to you on a flaming tray." A succubus enviously remarked.
"Truthfully speaking, I never expected the Werewolf King to be so devoted. Before the Battle of Might, we never saw the beast's human form."
"Do we have the right to be jealous? The Serpentine Queen is above and beyond our reach. With such a mate by his side, why would the Wolf King even spare us a glance?"
The Werewolf King pressured the six witches to willingly hand over their ancestral heirloom to his mate. This fact alone sparked flames of jealousy in the female beasts' hearts, making them gush their teeth in frustration.
If only they could take the Serpentine Queen's place...
