Sitting on the frozen courtyard, Roxus followed the movements of Moyu, who was embroidering a white spider in red silk. A white spider that looked alive also formed on Roxus' cloth, as if it could jump into Roxus' hands at this very moment.
Seeing Roxus' extraordinary talent, who had barely touched the thread and needle but had managed to embroider such a beautiful spider, Moyu blinked in admiration. The Goddess is indeed different from the others. "Madam is truly amazing," Moyu said quietly.
"I used to love painting and weaving. When I was growing up, I unknowingly gave up my hobby," to protect Cecilia, fight Leonid, and then… go to war.
"So, Madam does have a solid foundation," Moyu said softly.
"But this, embroidering, is such a delicate job, it requires such a high degree of precision…" Roxus muttered.
"Does madam not like it?" Moyu asked.
"Why don't I like it? Seeing as I have talent at this, how could I not like it?" asked Roxus flatly.
