Under the gaze of Charlemagne VI.
The shadowy woman slowly placed the glazed bottle on the jade bedside cabinet.
After doing all this.
The shadowy woman's head suddenly turned, her completely dark face staring directly at Charlemagne VI on the big bed.
A voice that seemed like a mixture of male and female vocal tones resonated from the shadowy woman's body.
"Your Majesty, is there anything you need? Feel free to tell me!"
Listening to this eerie voice,
Charlemagne VI weakly spoke, "You are... the Witch!"
"Damn it."
"How did you... enter Triumph City?"
"Aren't you afraid of being captured by the clergy of the Church and tied to the fire torture rack for execution?"
The shadowy woman seemed unaffected, even smiling noticeably, "Your Majesty, of course, someone welcomed me in."
Charlemagne VI repeated the shadowy woman's words, weakly stammering.
"Welcomed?"
"How... could this be?"
