"A bath?" Amelia raised an eyebrow, her gaze drifting away from Alice and sweeping, one by one, over Ethan's other wives.
A tanned, wild and powerful beauty.
An exotic, graceful, and refined beauty, hailing from distant lands, with dark, silky skin.
A beauty with intelligent eyes, unique attire, and powerful shadow magic—and then…
Amelia and Ysara's gazes settled on Arwen, who wore a gentle smile on her face.
Generally, among the Awakened, there was a way to gauge someone's age at a glance—how refined their mana or aura was.
Not the refinement born of talent and training itself, but the very integration of the body with mana or aura.
It was something difficult to explain, but for most high-level experts, a single glance was enough to get a sense of that person's age.
That woman was, at the very least, over one hundred thousand years old…
