"Hecate has likely showered me with praise."
Westheid looked at Ailu'er, a Witch with an elegant and spirited air, and smiled.
"But I must correct you. Nothing she said is accurate, because I am even better than she described."
"Hm?"
Ailu'er had expected Westheid to offer some pleasantries, but she didn't think the bearer of the Branch of Prosperity would be so arrogant, not showing a hint of modesty.
The Witch with the side ponytail's eyes lit up. Covering her mouth, she chuckled.
"Duke Qinghui... Our sister Hecate did mention your confidence. And now, seeing you in person, it's clear you truly are incredibly self-assured."
"Shall I prove it?"
Westheid spread his arms and took a step forward. In the sunlight, the man's perfect muscle definition seemed gilded, exuding the beauty of a master's sculpture.
Ailu'er was struck by his overwhelming masculine aura, and her pretty face flushed slightly as she glanced away.
