The Witch did not recognize the badge radiating heat up close. She merely narrowed her eyes and looked at the crest belonging to the Duchess on it:
"There were rumors in Tobesk some time ago that the Duchess of Saladir had a man by her side who could spend the night at her manor."
Leisha glanced at Shade.
"I thought it was only a rumor. I didn't expect it to be true."
Though he was somewhat surprised that she had recognized him so directly, Shade was not flustered. He had long since considered what he should do if he truly had to face a Witch:
"Lady, could you please let go of my hand?"
After all, he was certain that Sivie Aurora had no intention of killing him outright.
"Mr. Hamilton, are you truly a man? Or rather, what exactly are you?"
The Witch asked softly as she moved ever closer to Shade. He could even count every one of her eyebrows.
"Cough, cough~"
Leisha suddenly coughed:
"Miss Aurora, I don't know what exactly you are doing, but please do not make things difficult for my friend."
The Witch turned to look at the Princess instead:
"Friend. Oh, Your Highness, I admit that I am a Ring Arcanist, so please tell me: is he really a man? If you give me an answer, I can agree to the deal you proposed tonight. All of it."
The Witch's obsession with the curse was far stronger than her interest in business.
"Shade is certainly a man."
Leisha said, tilting her head back slightly to expose her fair neck. From Miss Galina's identity, she had guessed that Miss Aurora was also a Witch, but because she knew nothing of the Witch Curse, she did not understand the purpose behind the question.
"Certainly a