"What is your second wish?"
A moment later, the Witch asked.
King Oton seemed not to care at all that the Witch interrupted their love; in fact, he was so grateful for the miraculous Witch that he wished he could grant her nobility on the spot.
"…Perfect love, perfect love, Witch."
King Oton's voice trembled as he looked at the Witch and spoke.
Esia was stunned, staring at Oton in disbelief.
"Witch, my lover and I are tormented. Such love, at least in the eyes of others, is not perfect."
King Oton spoke faster, overwhelmed with emotion,
"It must last forever and ever to be perfect."
Queen Isis, who was watching, had a gloomy expression; nobody noticed her changing complexion.
Esia stared at King Oton in astonishment.
Queen Isis almost couldn't hold back in the distance.
Yet, for the sake of planning, she maintained her composure.
"Witch, what exactly must we do to achieve this love?"
Oton was already delirious with love.
