“Have you heard of her? My grandma said she was a famous witch hundreds of years ago,” Richard said, and Evie smiled and shook her head.
She did not know any Dolya who was a witch. Although she did not believe that the ancestor he mentioned was indeed a witch. At least, if it’s the same Dolya she had in mind, then it’s really the Goddess of Fate, Evie thought. But, of course, there was no way for her to verify this, unless…
Unless there’s an awakened or a transcendent among her descendants…
But, looking at Richard, although he might be considered as an “awakened” in her world since he could see and sense the dark elementals, he was closer to normal humans than deity. His celestial blood was too little.