"Sigh~~~"
"It's finally over."
In the captain's cabin, Elsa and Fiona sat unceremoniously on the couch, shoes off, exposing their legs clad in white silk stockings to the air.
As for the stockings, they were naturally crafted by Lilith using magic.
"You two were so aloof just now. Won't you keep it up a bit longer?"
"Oh, please, Sister Gonnia, having so many people staring made me nervous."
Elsa's first time handling such a matter meant she was nothing like the leisurely Fiona; Elsa was tense throughout the whole process, fearing that she might perform poorly and bring disaster upon Yatun Duchy.
"Besides, casting that memory rewrite spell so many times. It's not the magic power that's the issue, but the mental fatigue that's really unbearable."
"That's because you have so much magic power."
That was precisely why Elsa had been sent here—she was the most talented witch in all of Yatun.
"Right, Sister Gonnia."
