It was a sunny afternoon.
Circe and I walked side by side through the streets.
The witch village was remarkably peaceful.
People usually think of witches as creepy old hags, but the witch clan was the opposite—rather refined.
Thanks to magic, they had economic stability.
Everyone was devoted to their studies and had clear hobbies.
Being all women, they were also into fashion, cosmetics, and cute things.
All these influences turned into positive energy.
The village felt strangely lively and cute as a result.
'Best of all, every single one is quite a beauty.'
The witch clan all boasted stunning appearances.
Since they were all women... it felt like walking into an idol agency.
Even if there weren't many on the level of Circe or Medea, each one could easily be an idol by human standards.
'Man, just walking around is a feast for the eyes.'
I strolled slowly, taking in the village and the witches.
They glanced at me curiously, probably because a man was a rare sight.
