Royal Castle, Nightingale.
Lith was in his study, sitting on a chair and looking at the two ladies in front of him.
One of the ladies had ash-colored hair while the other had black hair and heterochromatic red and blue eyes.
One wore a tight fitting purple robe with black pointy hat while the other was in a sexy maid uniform.
A slight friction could be felt between the two ladies and the atmosphere in the room was tense.
Looking at the two, Lith said calmly, "Ease up, you two. Especially you, Sylvia. Hecate's not an enemy."
Sylvia had her brows knitted and didn't comment on it, but it was evident that she didn't like whatever that was going on.
Meanwhile, Hecate had a big frown on her face and what was going on inside her mind was unknown.
"Now, let's have a brief introduction. Hecate, that's my maid Sylvia and Sylvia, that's Hecate, a Witch Queen." Lith said to the two.