At the same time, the crackling sound of firewood burning could be heard.
In the fireplace embedded in the wall, an orange flame burned quietly. Sparks flew up and down as if they were alive, scattering a soft and dim light.
A lady bathed in the dim light of the fire was lying on a rocking chair, reading a book in her hand absent-mindedly.
She was wearing a black gauze dress that looked like she was going to attend a banquet. It was difficult to hide her slender and graceful figure.
She wasn't perfect, but she was above average. However, she was full of charm and made it difficult for people to look away. Her expression was calm and silent, and her temperament was elegant and noble, like a noble lady who didn't know anything about the world. However, her blood-red lips and strange long hair that was as sharp as a blade added a little aggressiveness to her.
