"Madam, I don't know how you understand the existence of 'personality', but even if the Mother Goddess awakens and comes to this place, I can assert that she cannot transfer a person's personality completely and accurately into another body and then live normally. All your efforts are in vain."
"Such a thing..."
Ignoring Glenda's irritation, the witch let her red hair wrap around her finger again.
Just by being there, the darkness of early morning is mistaken for the red of blood. Her sweet, warm eyes filled with mockery, and her adorable gestures were bewitching and teasing.
Arrogant and greedy, the fearsome witch who seemed to disdain everything under heaven and earth—Salome condescendingly said from her high perch:
"Personality is the product of an individual formed on the inherent timeline. Since it's the result of dynamic changes, it's impossible to thoroughly objectify it."
