Hearing footsteps approaching the door, a young noble scurried over with a fawning quickness and opened it.
Outside stood a young man who cast a brief glance at the noble who had opened the door and stepped inside.
"Tap tap tap..."
It was clear to see that this man could be described as "beautiful," so beautiful, in fact, that he surpassed the numerous girls the noble had sought after. His hands, wrists, neck, and face, the skin exposed to the air, were incredibly fair, more delicate than a woman's, with not a single hair in sight, as if he were made of glass. His face lacked any hint of ruggedness; his eyebrows were meticulously groomed, exuding an androgynous beauty, and his nose was turned up, yet not too large, like an exquisite ornament.
His eyes twinkled, emitting an unusual light. The glow was not sharp but could be said to be gentle, yet it possessed a power that demanded awe.
"Tap tap tap..."
