"Look at that lovely man he calls Master; imitate you. Isn't he adorable?"
In a large and spacious hall with high ceilings and elaborate decorations designed to awe and impress visitors with their extravagance and magnificence, two women sat on a cushion opposite each other. One was clad in a purple robe with crimson flame patterns, while the other wore a pure white robe untainted by specks of dust.
In between them was a small table where refreshments were kept, but it seemed as though neither reached out their hands to take part in them. Instead, their heads gazed at the projection towards the wall over the right.
But after the purple-robed woman giggled ever so lightly, her voice resounding with amusement, the white-robed woman also opened her mouth.
"It's been seven days, and he had just woken up. Do you not understand that it's not good for you anymore?"
