If Ivyst could be described as a sickly, affectionate big sister, then Miss Witch was the epitome of a cold and aloof ice queen.
The former gave off an invasive fire-like possessiveness as well as unparalleled bodily allure, whereas the latter's sensory stimulation mainly came from a spiritual level.
Just think about it.
A breathtakingly beautiful goddess who looked down upon everyone, her demeanor untouchable, with no one ever able to pry open her heart that had been sealed for a hundred thousand years.
Such a cold and world-weary being, yet before you, she softly uttered the words, "I am very happy."
This unparalleled contrast, this spontaneous sense of accomplishment.
Damn it.
In just an instant, Lynn had nearly surrendered.
"..."
Miss Witch once again sensed something off about him.
A believer lusting after their goddess all day long, what kind of situation was this?
Was she being too lenient with this guy?
She frowned slightly, then with a gentle wave of her hand,
