"I'm what you've been seeking all along."
"What?" Upon hearing the lady's words, Yecha was shocked, taking a second glance at her.
Long hair that seemed to reach her hips, a mix between brown and black, hanging from a tiny head that resembled an earthen pot, an appearance and complexion that seemed as common as the girl next door.
Her clothes consisted of casuals that one wore at home, their colour dull. All in all, her appearance, physique, and demeanour all made her as common as possible. If she were to be in a crowd, people wouldn't even notice her.
Yecha noticed how she felt difficulty focusing on the woman even though she was standing right before her, as if a moment's distraction would cause her to forget her existence.
And indeed, that was the truth. If the woman wasn't willing to show herself in the first place, Yecha wouldn't have even noticed her, even though she was standing right behind her all along.
