Chapter 1301: Chapter 728: Shattered Magic Mirror 2
Well, considering the Master is nearly three ters tall, even though werewolf witches are generally tall, only a descendant of the Fenrir Clan could have such a physique.
However, despite the height, the Master doesn’t appear overly brawny; her excellent proportions only leave people marveling at her breathtaking curves, leading them to forget everything else.
No wonder the Master has beco the most sought-after top model in Venus City.
Even though the modeling industry in Venus City is already dominated by werewolf witches, the Master’s success isn’t solely reliant on family support; her own hard work is equally indispensable.
Of course, there might be a tiny bit of help from the Charm Doll bloodline of another Mistress.
Otherwise, most werewolf witches are overly masculine but lack femininity, only able to play handso and cool roles, unable to convey the softness that won should have.
This is both a blessing and a curse.
It’s good that the features are distinctive. The Witch Clan has always been predominantly feminine to the point of boredom. At this ti, roles that are handso, cool, and heroic are easily popular.
That’s why werewolf witches are surprisingly popular in the Witch World’s dating market. Which witch wouldn’t want a handso, loyal, domineering partner like a CEO outside who transforms into a gentle puppy at ho?
But success cos with being handso and cool, and failure also cos with it; having too narrow a range in the acting world isn’t a good thing.
The top superstars are often versatile, able to don a Battle Robe and charge into battle, as well as switch to a dress and gracefully perform on stage; they can play any role.
So, while werewolf witches have a stable status, it’s hard to make further breakthroughs. The entire clan is now pinning their hopes on this young lady with Charm Doll bloodline to break through the limitations and achieve new heights.
“Miss, I’m just a maid.”
The Maid Miss said sowhat helplessly in response to her Master’s comnts.
Cassandra: “…”
The werewolf witch remained silent, realizing she had asked a silly question.
Fortunately, the Maid Miss knew how to give her Master so face.
“Aside from the two Mistresses, several important figures are visiting today. Many of them I don’t recognize, but I saw the Fourth Elder among them.”
Rosanne spoke again.
“Fourth Aunt? She’s here too?”
Cassandra was imdiately a bit delighted.
Fourth Aunt was her most beloved elder. With Fourth Aunt around, there was no way she’d get scolded today.
She breathed a sigh of relief at this, but then beca curious.
What’s going on? Why so many guests all of a sudden?
With this curiosity, the werewolf witch made her way to the family’s manor reception hall.
Upon arrival, she indeed saw that the usually calm reception hall was extraordinarily lively today.
Sitting in the main seats, of course, were her two mothers, whose three-ter-tall figures were quite conspicuous.
Among them, the black-haired, black-eyed, and stern-looking one was her maternal mother, and the current Clan Leader of the Fenrir Clan—Skull.
The other, with red hair and green eyes, an appearance resembling an Elf but with a bewitching allure and a figure far more elegant than an Elf, a captivating beauty with every gesture, was her paternal mother, once a top star in Venus City, the Charm Witch—Evelyn.
Of course, Cassandra quickly spotted her Fourth Aunt, the current Fourth Elder of the Fenrir Clan, and the clan’s top combat power—Hatti.
Fourth Aunt’s human form was slightly smaller than her mothers’, but still about two ters seventy-eight.
Unlike her mothers’ solemn disposition, clad in a chic suit, Fourth Aunt was the epito of the werewolf witch image—wild, dashing, both handso and cool, the quintessential heartthrob of the little witches.
In fact, if not for Fourth Aunt’s carefree character and reluctance to take responsibility, she would have inherited the Clan Leader position due to her strength, rather than her mother.
After all, even if werewolf witches are currently thriving in the entertainnt industry, the beastly and demonic natures of werewolves, both beast and demon, have never been lost. Within the tribe, the adoration of strength remains.
Besides the three familiar family mbers, Cassandra glanced at the other three guests.
Two of them she recognized, in fact.
The one on the left, with cold beauty, elegant manners, and the aura of ancient nobility, carried a scent on her that was quite pungent to werewolves—a scent of blood.
This was a Vampire Clan Witch, possibly a Vampire Clan Elder.
This was the steward of the Dracula house in the Thirteen Clans—Lady Camilla.
Upon realizing this, Cassandra’s heart skipped a bit as she discreetly gauged her Fourth Aunt’s reaction.
Fourth Aunt once had a brief marriage with the mistress of the Dracula house, and they even had a daughter.
With the arrival of the Dracula house’s bats again, Cassandra hoped they weren’t here to trouble Fourth Aunt.
Fortunately, Fourth Aunt appeared to be beaming with a hint of delight, which eased the werewolf witch’s worry.
However, the very presentable witch on the right, with pure features and an aura akin to a White Lotus, made her sowhat uneasy.
This was the popular singer, the Siren Witch Olayna.
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