The witch's grey-white hair parted to reveal a pair of yellow eyes, which looked at Roger like a venomous snake. Her eyes moved, but before she could speak, a voice came from behind her.
"I like his voice and honesty, give him to me!"
Following the gaze, Roger only then noticed a grotesque face protruding from the witch's hunched back.
"Shut up, you whore!"
"Look at your ugly self, all you have left is a mouth. Do you want to devour her?"
"Give him to me, give him to me!"
"I like young men, especially their kidneys..."
"They are indeed delicious!"
"Ignore her, let's continue."
The witch waved her hands around.
Although she was scantily clad and appeared filthy and aged, her hands were oddly youthful, but there were noticeable sutures at her elbows.
These hands clearly didn't belong to her.
"Pure Forest Fairy, tsk tsk."
"Is there anything I can help with?"
