Chapter 85: Prelude to a date (2) (1/2)

In a beautifully furnished room worthy of a princess, a young white-haired girl looked at herself anxiously through the help of a full-body mirror.

She was wearing a short black flowing skirt and a white short-sleeved shirt. Her attire was completed by a white sun hat, giving her the appearance of a young lady from a rich family.

”Do you think he will like it?”

She said while tugging at the hem of the skirt. ”Also, isn't it a little too shameless to wear such a short skirt?”

A snicker sounded from behind her making the white-haired girl blush heavily.

There, on a queen-sized bed, a pink-haired young girl was seated with a smile on the side.

”It's your fault for staying in the seal for so long. Fashion doesn't stop you know. Look at me!”

”This is exactly because I am looking at you that I am worried. Your fashion sense had always been flawed even back then.”

”Hey! My fashion sense isn't flawed. I just like this color. Compared to black, green, or–red, it packs quite a punch right?”

Edea sensed the pause at the color. Making her expression collapse a little. Sighing a little, she asked,

”The news you shared about Sister is really reliable? She really joined the other side?”

Freya frowned a little,

”I am sure it's just a mistake. There is no way she would do so. Mother just wants me to find her and ascertain the situation.”

Shaking her head, her usual frivolous smile came back as she jumped from the bed and came behind Medea before cupping her breasts over the clothes.

”Anyway leave Kali to me. You should worry about your date first. The competition is pretty high. Even more with your childish body.”

Medea blushed as she twisted her body to leave Freya's grasp.

”I am not that small!”

”Hahaha~! Indeed. Size-wise you are quite normal when compared to a normal teen girl. But when compared to women like that little Camelia, Milia, or Lilith you still have a long way to go.”

Medea groaned at that. This was something she could do nothing against. It was already a miracle that she could have pushed her development to at least look like a teen woman. After all, normally a witch didn't look any different to a preteen.

After playing enough, Freya placed her chin on Medea's head, her eyes full showing a complex light.

”I know I already asked this, but, are you serious about all this?”

Freya wouldn't have been worried if it was just a fling. The curse of the witch wasn't really a problem if they just went out with long-living races like demons or elves and if they just did it one or two times.

There were always some weird guys who wanted to try new things even if it meant losing some lifespan.

Aside from that, some unscrupulous witches didn't really care if they stole the full lifespan of their partners and simply went wild.

But the situation with Medea was different. No matter how you viewed it. The relationship between the two of them wasn't a fling and since Sol was a half-dragon, his lifespan should be counted in thousands of years.

Medea fell silent for a short while. ”I would be lying if I said I wasn't afraid.”

Even now, the betrayal of Jupiter still stung the deepest part of her heart. But,

”I want to give it a chance.”

Nothing would change if she just continued to cry and fear.

”Do you really love him?”

This was a hard question for Medea. Her relationship with Sol was still a little blurry.

”I… I don't really know to be honest. But, when I am with him, I am happy. I feel loved and appreciated. I feel relaxed and know I can be myself without any facade.”

What is love?

This was a very hard question. Everyone had a different perspective of love and different reasons to fall in love.

Still, as she remembered his passionate confession, her heart couldn't help but skip a beat and her face heated up considerably.

Freya didn't miss this reaction and gave a bitter smile.

”Well, I guess your feelings will be fixed very soon.”