Fifteen minutes later, at the courtyard outside the witch's castle.
Axel stood before a team of fifteen witches, all dressed in black, wearing pointy hats, and holding long staves of various designs. They were uniform. Even their expressions were roughly the same—a mix of distrust and doubt, along with a hint of fear.
Of course, the faces were quite familiar to him. After all, just as he requested, they were all the women whom he saw inside the bathhouse.
Apart from them, there were also a few members borrowed from Rosaria's team, filling in the gaps.
And also…
"You are…?"
Axel turned to the only unfamiliar face within the group.
A woman who looked just like Teruria, if you stretched her vertically until she was as tall as Axel, and preserved the overall volume. A tighter figure, with no excess "fat" or "meat" anywhere at all.
Of course, that was just a nice way to say she had fewer curves than the loli witch.
"Greetings, Sir Axel."
