The Trainer

“Hmm? Isn’t it too early for the Master to have guests?”

As Staas’ group was busy chatting with the housemaster, another lady went down the stairs at the right side of the dining room right under the tower wearing her white nightgown.

She’s a curvy woman, taller than the 2 meter Adra, with sunlight glowing from her eyes and hair. That hair was let loose long up to her waist.

“Oh it’s Adra!”

She’s an angel, she has a pair of giant white feathery wings on her back, long enough to touch the floor. Her presence was so bright, it immediately caught Staas’ attention, even though he once already ignored her through his other senses.

“Good morning, Mara. Do you know who’s the cute kid in our living room? He somehow made me wanna kiss his feet… not in a sexual way.” The angel walked to the kitchen to ask the demon witch who’s preparing another snack for Staas.

“Morning, Uriela. I thought angels worship the Goddess, not the Creator…” Mara's face

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