She had never seen a woman so proud, so beautiful, radiating the majesty of a deity.
Although the two Witches already possessed exceptional bearing, and although she had witnessed many bizarre missions, this woman possessed an innate divinity that constantly stabbed at anyone who tried to approach her. The thunder and flashes she stirred within the nervous system could almost induce epileptic seizures in the brain on a physical level. Yet the moment the woman saw Bayonetta and Jeanne, she immediately withdrew her aura. Even so, her tall figure, toned arm muscles, high cheekbones, and waterfall of golden hair still drew every eye. Laura Croft barely managed to tear her gaze away before noticing another dark-haired woman in a white dress standing beside her.
That woman looked somewhat haggard, and her loose clothing could not conceal her swollen belly.
She was Vanessa, the host of this exhibition. Yet compared to the dazzling array of postmodernist works on display, most people's attention was drawn to the radiant blonde woman and the two Witches, beautiful as water nymphs. Only a simple sketch of the blonde woman could steal away some of the visitors' attention. "If I'd known, I never would have invited you and your friends, Minerva." As a VIP guest, Laura Croft followed the Witches toward the blonde woman. Holding a champagne flute filled with juice, the exhibition's host said half-jokingly, "Every time you attend one of my exhibitions, the sales of my work become terrifyingly low."
"Perhaps you should change your style and abandon postmodernism. Or perhaps you should find the finest salesman in the world, someone who can make people give up everything just for his smile and approval." Minerva's glass was filled with rosé champagne. She wore little adornment; the only things that could be called exquisite were