Vera chuckled, folded her hands gracefully at one side of her waist, and bowed slightly to Charlie. She said respectfully, “Young Master, you don’t need to address me so respectfully. You can just call me Vera.”

Charlie said earnestly, “No, you're almost four hundred years old, so I should address you as my elder…”

Vera smiled and said seriously, “In my point of view, I'm just a girl who hasn’t grown up, not an immortal old witch. Although I have indeed lived for nearly four hundred years, I still feel as if I’m just seventeen years old…”

“Well…” Charlie found himself in an awkward situation, with two conflicting voices arguing in his mind.

One voice said, “She's right. Even though she's lived for almost four hundred years, she has always been a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.”

The other voice argued, “But she's almost four hundred years old! What does four hundred years mean?! You haven't even reached thirty years old this year!”

Charlie was afraid of being tangled up in t