The figure that entered Lyon's line of vision was extraordinary. She had a slender body with the aura of a ruler, making people wanted to kowtow right away. Her angelic-white complexion filled the gap between mortal and deities. Her unusual snake-like pupils brought a unique charm as non-other being could.
Her natural looks and cold demeanor, brought heroes from all over the land to seek her hand in marriage but none were considered worthy enough. Some even tried to threat the Mist Clan but got killed instead.
However, what Lyon surprised was that she was not wearing any fancy clothes like a head of a clan should be. What she wore was something ordinary and cheap one could find in the local boutiques.
(Wow, what a modest leader) thought Lyon.
But he soon took that back when he saw what was on her forehead. (Band-aid?).
(Aih, she is just a cheap leader) sighed Lyon disappointingly.
