Penelope had never led a sheltered life. She had grown up in constant struggle, fighting for her own survival and that of others. Her strength, particularly in combat, was undeniable, drawing people towards her like moths to a flame. While she may not possess the conventional beauty of Eve Lucrecia, her charismatic appeal was impossible to ignore. This was something that was even acknowledged by Eve herself.
Eve observed intently as Penelope engaged in a fierce duel with a woman brandishing a sword. A single glance revealed that this adversary was no ordinary human. She was a magical being, adept at assuming the appearance of others. As Penelope fought for her life, Willow on the sidelines, screamed and covered her face, creating a comical spectacle that amused Eve.
Was this woman stupid?
