Tiara walked into the grand chambers and found the outsider inside. Beside his bed was his younger brother, who refused her treatment the last time she visited this fortress.
"I never expected to be invited again," said Tiara as she took off her green cloak and threw it over the chair. Her green hair flowed down behind her white dress, which glittered in the light. "Are you still against treating that hair?"
Oren had half of his brunette hair turned ashen in Kera, which Tiara offered to treat. However, the man unexpectedly refused her out of doubt and reluctance to forsake the stigma. Seeing someone so young with such hair was rare, but Oren didn't seem to mind.
"My hair is far from important compared to him," Oren said while turning toward Arthur. "I have no idea what is wrong with him."
