"Now! Now! Medea! What do you think he would like?"
"…………"
In her black gloves, she held a test tube that looked very scientific. The faint blue liquid inside was slowly flowing along the glass rod in her hand, and mixed into a flask filled with purple liquid. Beautiful
Dia was obviously mixing something and ignored her.
"Na na! Medea, as expected, men like plump ones, right?"
"………………"
Pretending not to hear, Medea pretended to be completely attentive.
She actually didn't mix anything or prepare any magic props. It was just because her aunt was too annoyed, so she gave up.
According to the modern knowledge she gained, it is true that many young people now are afraid of meeting relatives, for fear that their relatives will ask them every day why they are still single, when will they get married, when will they eat wedding candy, what college will their children go to when they grow up, and how many grandchildren will they have...
...Even though I haven't even found a girlfriend, my relatives have already started planning for the next three generations. It's really unnecessary worry.
But Medea has the opposite situation. Her aunt pesters her every day to ask such frivolous girlish topics...
How could she know! Who knows this?
Therefore, I could only pretend to mix the potion and ignore her.
"Now! Are you listening! Are you listening? Are you listening! Listen! Are you listening! Mei-diya--"
Circe jumped down from the bed, her high heels making the wooden floor creak, and her slender arms grabbed Medea's arm and shook her wildly.
"Hey! Auntie, stop making trouble! What if something goes wrong..."
"It will come out as soon as it comes out. There is no danger in mixing these two solutions anyway."
Circe replied nonchalantly.
Medea's mistake.
Yes, we are all witches, and they all learn from the same goddess. Of course, Circe could tell at a glance what solution she was using and what the combined effect would be.
What Medea is doing now is like pouring water into salt water. Even if she shakes her hands too much, it will only make the salt water a little weaker. There is no danger at all.
Medea put away her magic tools, knowing that she could not escape, so she simply broke the pot, turned around, and put on a stern look.
"I'm talking about aunt! You should have some self-consciousness at least! The self-consciousness of being an adult!"
"Yeah! I do! So aren't I discussing the topic of adult love with you?"
"...This kind of topic is no longer an adult... Moreover, there is nothing better than that brat who is still young! There are many men who are better than him!"
"Well...probably, they took me away from that island."
Circe poked her chin with her finger, looking like she was thinking. With her sweet girlish posture, she looked so cute. She could have taken a photo and put it on the cover of a girl's magazine.
"That's not the island where you were imprisoned at all, is it?"
"That's okay! In so many years, he is the first person to say that he will take me away, and he actually takes me away! Hehe... Anyway, Medea, do you think I should take the sexy way?
Route? Look, when the time comes, if he comes from this direction, I will do this pose. If he comes down the stairs, I will do this pose. What do you think?"
Circe is like a model, twisting her joints, matching her arms and calves with the curves of her body, forming a pose that makes people unable to explain the feeling. Regardless of whether it looks good or not, it is quite difficult to look at anyway. Compared to the posture
Ah or something, more like acrobatics.
"I said, aunt, how could I possibly know what modern men like!"
"Hey... little Medea, shouldn't you be playing with thousands of young men and having countless beautiful men? You are called the betrayal witch, it must be because there are good men every day!"
"Please don't make up your own mind about things that are there or not...it's really..."
Veins were bulging on Medea's head. If it weren't for the fact that she was a senior and her magic skills were a little higher than hers, she would definitely have done it.
"Haha, you're just kidding! Actually it's because..."
Circe suddenly stopped joking and showed a rare serious look. She frowned slightly and narrowed her eyes. Seeing this seriousness, Medea was also a little curious. Although she was not familiar with her aunt.
, but I also know that she is the kind of person who laughs and laughs all the time, a fun-loving person who fits the name of a witch. Such serious expressions are rare. I can't help but be a little curious about what she wants to say.
"Because...this place called Chaldea has many powerful enemies."
As she spoke, Circe stretched out her hand and counted them one by one with her fingers.
"That Joan of Arc is a saint, with big breasts, a serious look, and blond hair. It's so cheating! All men like her! This kind of person. And that Lily, petite and cute, and a...
Blonde, serious, and not experienced in the world, it will definitely make people want to teach her some strange things! And that Medusa, she is beautiful, has a good temperament, and has a mask, isn't that what you said?
Holding a lute, half-hiding her face. And it seems that there are other beauties in Chaldea... so Medea... ah..."
After counting one by one, Circe suddenly stopped. She squinted her eyes and carefully looked at her niece up and down. Although her whole body was wrapped in a black robe, her exquisite and convex figure could not block her at all.
...Could it be that...this is the legendary...hidden boss?
"...Aunt...you've almost had enough, get out quickly! I have other things to do! Let's go!"
Medea pushed her with all her strength and drove the petite girl out of the house. She always felt that she would say a lot of strange things next, and maybe she would be scolded for no reason. Before being scolded for no reason, she
Get rid of this unstable factor first.
Circe made an ouch sound and was pushed out by Medea.
Both of these two people have E strength, but this room is Medea's workshop after all, and it has the effect of increasing strength to some extent, so Circe was kicked out of the room by her.
Circe sighed and thought: How cold! Little Medea!
Although she had just come into contact with Chaldea, Circe was already wary of these overly outstanding women.
Huh? Why didn’t you mention Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu just now?
Oops, these two have reached the point where a discerning person can tell they are a couple at a glance!
No need to worry!
Circe has no experience in love, but she has plenty of experience in raising pets. Pets are much easier to keep than people.
(Well, anyway, let’s try to prepare a potion that will make him fall in love with only me! Yeah! It’s about to happen! The potion taught by the goddess Hecate herself, so look forward to it!)
I wonder if Hecate would show a sad expression when she knew her medicine was being used in such a place?