"Welcome home, Eclaite," Dishonesty greeted me.
I who wasn't far from her waved my hand as I walked closer. When I reached her, I asked, "Why here?"
"You could say that I hate crowds," she replied.
The Flugel placed her teacup to the table gracefully. She was an empress, such an attitude might already be a natural part for her.
In addition to her graceful manner, she also had a seductive beauty. Her emerald eyes with shuriken-shaped pupils emit strength, her sensual red lips look so soft, her sharp nose was like being sculpted by a god's hands, and her face has excellent proportions. I can say, this silver-haired woman who exudes that mature aura is flawless.
The Flugel moved her hand to give us a signal. "Sit down, you too Fallen Elf girl."
Following her wishes, I took an empty seat. Ruciel also did the same after stiffly, she said, "thank you."
