"Excuse me."
At that moment, the door opened, and someone entered.
It was Circe, panting as if she'd rushed over.
Man, her bouncing chest is top-notch as always.
Medea stood behind her. She spotted me and shot me a sharp glare.
'What? What did I do?'
I haven't even touched her breasts or ass yet.
I kindly guided her here and answered her questions, and now I'm getting this? Unfair.
"Ahem! Ahem! It's been a while, Morgan."
"Oh, yes. It's been a while, Circe."
Morgan stood to greet Circe. Her demeanor was completely different from how she treated me.
It felt like watching a close neighbor sister and older sibling.
'Even to a dragon, the Great Witch is a special existence.'
Well, that's why she came after receiving the wedding invitation.
It means they're close enough to share such news and celebrate together.
"If you'd let me know in advance, I would've come to greet you myself…"
"Greet me? I'm not a child, and I wouldn't get lost."
The two chatted amicably.
