Chapter 323: Those Who Don’t Belong to this Era! (II)
The Violet Seat of the Order of the Immortal Lotus looked at the Red Seat.
"I always choose my words prudently," King Solomon said, not minding the laugh. "You are the greatest Potioneer known to wizardkind, and even if you were at second, then dare someone would claim the first place?
"Your attainments in Transfiguration even surpass your Potioneering. Your lady mother was one of the three thousand Oceanid Nymphs, and there are still thousands of wizards, witches, and ordinary folks worshiping you in ancient cults, spread throughout the globe.
"Yet, all these things pale in front of your beauty and charm."
Darcie's heart was thumping already.
King Solomon's head turned to give Darcie a look before eying Red Seat once again.
"You are Circe, the myth beyond myths." (-pronounced Kirke-)
...
The old king had said it true.
Darcie naturally understood why there was no ant in this group, but only titans, their identities grander than the last.
Now that she knew who Red Seat was, how could she not understand why King Solomon hadn't mentioned Circe's father, but only her mother?