This morning, while meeting with several powerful figures from the Great Oasis, an unexpected distinguished guest arrived.
The enchantingly dressed Lady of Snakes was leading someone toward the inner parts of the pyre office.
The person appeared young, with dense black hair like a waterfall that fell to the ankles, slightly curling upward at the end as if a snake was raising its head.
The young woman's face was youthful, expressionless, without sorrow or joy. At first glance, she didn't seem old, but within those unfluctuating eyes, was the ancientness of time.
As she walked, she seemed to carry an indescribable charm.
As if she were born noble.
In front of the young woman, the Lady of Snakes had no trace of her usual casual arrogance, only respect and humility. She seemed like the young woman's mother; however, in reality...
