"Galina, just to tease me, you even had your underage grandniece kiss your lover?"
Megan, trembling with rage, pointed at the Duchess, who smiled and corrected her:
"Though little Angelina is short, and her figure is sadly lacking, she is already an adult. Besides, I didn't force her. She might even thank me for it."
"You—"
"Megan, there's really no need for you to be so angry. You hid your identity while setting your sights on my knight. What's wrong with giving you a surprise? And by the way, this has nothing to do with Shade. He kept trying to make me give up."
"I know it has nothing to do with him. Thinking back, all his strange behavior can be explained now. So it was all you... Didn't we agree that, as Council members, we were all sisters?"
Megan took several deep breaths to calm herself, and Miss Galina said with a smile:
"Yes, that's how the sisters of the Cavendish Family get along. If you don't believe me, you can ask Angelina later. In fact, the sisters in our family do even more excessive things to one another."
She blinked.
"You're not unable to accept this sort of joke, are you?"
Megan's lips twitched. She raised a hand and threw her wineglass at the Duchess. It seemed the two of them were still exercising restraint. The Red-haired Witch had anticipated this. With a flick of her finger, there came a ding, and the wineglass flew back. Not a drop spilled from the cup, while an indistinct, flickering glow clung to its surface.
"You haven't forgotten that I'm Twelfth Ring and you're Eleventh Ring, have you?"
Megan reached out to catch the glass, only for it to pass straight through her hand like a phantom. The Red-haired Witch was