"Mary sent you to seduce Lian? Isn't that a bit of an overreach? You can't even compare to me."
Dora was very confident in her face, and in her figure as well.
And she was, in fact, very beautiful. Ugly Witches were practically nonexistent in this world—a blessing from the God of Tiger, perhaps.
While she wouldn't look down on less attractive women, she felt that if even she couldn't catch Lian's eye, Nancy Scalia stood no chance.
Annie, by contrast, was much more humble.
"Your face can't even compare to one of my fingers."
Lian silently glanced back at Annie. 'This girl's confidence is getting out of hand. She's beautiful, sure, but does she have to crush others like that?'
Nancy Scalia gave a scornful smile and placed a hand on her face.
Her fair hand removed the thin mask clinging to her skin. It was a resin mask, capable of easily altering one's appearance.
Sunlight streamed through the carriage window, spilling onto a delicate and flawless face.
