There was the aura of this "Priestess" in the Black-Robed Skeleton's bathwater?
Ian's reflexes had not reached the point where they could circle the Earth. He realized almost immediately what kind of identity the "Priestess" before him possessed.
She was the Black-Robed Skeleton's past! A... Goddess! Ian rarely truly felt flustered when faced with trouble, but upon realizing that he had encountered a deity without any warning, his heart still skipped several beats.
So this was how dangerous ancient times were!
Ian came from an era where gods no longer revealed themselves. To be honest, he had never expected to encounter such a situation. For a moment, his thoughts were filled with nothing but the bizarre and the fantastical.
Faced with the Young Wizard's astonished reaction.
The "Priestess" raised the vial in her hand and gently shook it a few times.
"Did you skin me and pull out my bones? Oh, you really are terrifying. I'm curious, did my flesh taste good?" She could clearly tell that this was the result of boiling large bones into soup.
However.
Judging from her slightly teasing tone, this unknown Goddess was not angry. Her nose was high and delicate, adding dimension to her entire face. Beneath it were soft, full lips, pale in color, while the slightly upturned corner of her mouth carried a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
Of course.
Although the "Priestess" appeared relaxed, Ian did not dare lower his guard. He knew quite a few women, or girls. If there was one thing he had learned from them, it was that women were moody creatures. It was difficult for a normal person to see through a woman's true thoughts from her face, expression, or even tone of voice.
The wicked Teacher Morgan was a particularly typical example.
The older a woman