Simon thought that Irene was ill at ease after suddenly finding herself in a different and foreign environment. But it seemed to not be the case.
Immediately after arriving, she chose one of the rooms that was farthest from his own inside the white palace, as if it was the most obvious thing to do. Her attitude seemed to display that she owned the place. Whenever they met, she was always having an indifferent face.
Her aura was as cold as ever and it felt like all her emotions were frozen in ice. The only time she did show some emotions was during the meals. Even then the changes were so slight that it was easy to overlook if one did not pay enough attention.
Maybe it was because she had never seen the food that was listed in the shop as all of it came from his previous world, but it seemed that she did like them. 'Were all women fond of food?' Simon wondered. He watched her enjoying the food before silently leaving the dining hall.
