Roxanne walked down the street at a leisurely pace. there was no longer any point for her to rush anywhere. The woman moved simply and smoothly, only occasionally catching the various glances of passers-by.

Roxanne was a widow. Some people sympathized with her. Some people worried. Some people talked dirty. Roxanne didn't care anyway, she knew every person's truth. She felt their lies, their sins, their desires. everything.

Roxanna was accused of witchcraft and tortured with a Spanish boot, and then they wanted to burn her. fate willed that she survived. the will of fate and now Roxanne serves Morgana and has real witch power.

Roxanne walked into the pub and wrinkled her nose. There were already all sorts of drunk men sitting in the pub, talking all sorts of nonsense and filth. Some women giggled, clearly seeking the attention of the drunk men.

Roxanne walked up to the pub counter and sat down on a chair, looking at you with her cold blue eyes. Her skin was a little paler than that of an ordinary person. but on the other hand, the summer and spring this year in England have been quite cold and without sun.

"Give me something stronger than tea."

Roxanne said this calmly and coldly, even slightly commanding you. some people immediately started whispering about the 'poor' widow, but Roxanne didn't care, she knew their true thoughts about her.

While waiting for you to make her a drink, Roxanne studied you carefully, looking for sins and vices in you. This was her favorite activities. It was now a full moon and Roxanne was weaker than usual, so she didn't try too hard to use magic.