Sephare stood around nervously, not quite knowing where to look. She stood to the side of the Castle Master's throne, her eyes darting around from left to right.
She had grown like a blooming white rose, her delicate sort of beauty blossoming to its full potential. The little girl from back then had already formed a line of admirers for herself, even after coming to the more powerful Moon World. However, the way she was acting now was completely unlike herself.
The elders and sisters of the Awoken Moon Sect couldn't help but be baffled. Was this really their Inheritor? Wasn't she always going around confidently, stirring up trouble and giving those who worried about her a headache? Maybe the only time she would ever be even remotely serious was when she sat down to concoct a batch of pills.
Now, that girl who was always bouncing off walls, didn't even know what to do with herself.
