When Ainsley saw Demetra, she was stunned for a second before she blinked at the transparent woman.
The woman was just like what Ainsley imagined in her mind, the epitome of a saint, a walking elixir.
She looked gentle and warm, yet at the same time, elegant and proud. She didn't look weak or frail despite her soft look.
On the other hand, her beauty made people think twice about consuming her blood or other body parts.
The woman with brunette hair looked at Ainsley and nodded calmly.
[This is the baby you talked about, milord?] Demetra's voice was soft but contained a youthful tone.
She's clearly a married woman with children when she died, but she looked like someone in her early twenty instead of someone nearing forty.
She's supposed to be an Auntie, but she looked like a big sister instead!
Even Marietta, who was approaching thirty, didn't look as youthful as this woman.
