The twin witches smiled at Roman, their faces as radiant as flowers.
Few dare to ally with witches; such fools are rare to come by in a century. The last one was named Noel, who risked his entire family for his true love, a character of utmost integrity, a genuine paragon.
To put it bluntly, such behavior is a top-tier foolishness. Yet, in the witch's eyes, Noel is a moral exemplar, a saint.
This perception is quite normal.
Witches survive with difficulty, in harsh environments. Love unfulfilled, repression is the norm, naturally yearning for the best life they can imagine—even though Diana's outcome was not good, there are still those who relish it, desiring only to die in the arms of a lover—their emotions as heavy as black holes.
But living in this wild and ignorant era, who hasn't gone mad? Just managing to hold on.
