Wanda's Self-Restraint

Agnes's—rather, Agatha's—mindset could be summed up with a classic line often found in fantasy novels—

My fate was mine to command, not Heaven's!

Those who wielded power would no longer be content with mediocrity. Those who had tasted freedom would no longer submit to fate. Everything had to be held in their own hands!

Agnes recalled things from before she had become a witch, from when she had still been weak. They were far from pleasant memories...

Meanwhile.

In the garden of Leon and Wanda's neighboring villa.

Once Agnes entered the house, Leon immediately removed his hand from Wanda's lips. Wanda panted heavily and could not help shooting Leon a glare over her shoulder.

"Leon~ You went too far. Agnes almost discovered us!"

Wanda was a little angry, though not because Leon had covered her mouth and nearly suffocated her... Well, Wanda, who had already ascended to godhood, no longer needed to breathe at all. She could survive without pressure even in the vacuum of space and no longer needed any particular external environment to sustain her.

What Wanda was truly upset about was Leon insisting on doing it in the garden. Though she did find it rather thrilling, Wanda still could not be as brazenly experienced as Leon.

She still had some shame.

"Relax, relax~"

Leon patted Wanda's curves and gave her a wicked smile. "With me here, you know that's impossible. She's just Agatha."

"Fine, you're the best = ="

Her cheeks flushed scarlet, Wanda rolled her eyes helplessly. "If you would stay still while saying that, I'd believe you more = ="

"Wanda, that's not right. I don't like that tone, because I really am the best. Come on, say it again properly."

Leon snorted softly, leaving Wanda unable to think about anything else.

"How am I