"Sorry, could you please get me one of those?"
When such an elegant and clear voice echoed in the shopping center's mall, all other sounds vanished.
Yes.
Gone.
As if naturally drawn, the bustling mall suddenly fell silent, prompting everyone to turn their gaze towards the owner of the voice.
The next moment, everyone present was stunned.
Truly stunned.
Because of admiration.
Because of astonishment.
There, in front of an ice cream stall by the roadside, stood a gracefully aging woman, smiling as she spoke to the stall owner.
She was an extremely beautiful silver-haired woman.
She possessed features reminiscent of fairies, comparable to Avrora and Astarte, but much more mature. Not only was she tall and graceful, but also voluptuous, giving off more of an elf-like feeling than a fairy.
Her silver waist-length straight hair cascaded behind her like snow.
Her deep blue eyes sparkled like stars in the sky.
If Avrora and Astarte could be likened to princesses of a dream kingdom, then the woman before them was the goddess of heaven.
And this goddess exuded an undeniable sense of nobility and presence. Her demeanor was exceptionally elegant, not at all like someone who would be found in a shopping mall, but rather like someone found in a castle.
Unfortunately, she wasn't dressed in a gown or princess dress, but rather in a Western-style suit and lace-up boots that resembled military attire, giving her an aura of absolute confidence and unwavering determination.
Such a beautiful silver-haired woman intruding into the ordinary world of people, it's no wonder that everyone around was dumbfounded.
Even Rozen and Yukina were astonished.
"That is..."
Yukina was captivated by the extraordinary beauty and aura of the woman.
"A regular person... doesn't seem like it."
Rozen observed the woman, murmuring to himself.
Unaware of Rozen and Yukina's presence, the woman continued to address the stunned stall owner.
"Can I have one, please?"
The beautiful smile remained on the woman's face, but her tone carried an undeniable sense of certainty.
That feeling, it was as if it was only natural for others to do as she wished.
Clearly, she was someone who was regularly admired and protected.
"Ah! Yes... of course!"
The stall owner finally reacted, hastily preparing the ice cream.
"Please... enjoy."
"Thank you very much."
Accepting the ice cream handed over by the trembling stall owner, the silver-haired woman looked somewhat delighted. After taking it, she began to lick it.
"Mmm."
The next moment, the silver-haired woman's eyes lit up, holding her cheek in one hand, she began to praise.
"It truly lives up to its reputation as a specialty product of the tropical country. The combination of cold and sweetness is deeply ingrained, no wonder it's so highly praised. It's a pity that my country is a land of eternal winter, unlikely to promote such products, and the sweetness is too strong. Perhaps I should consider refining the ingredients."
The silver-haired woman, as if oblivious to others, gave various evaluations, making it seem as if her single sentence could determine whether the ice cream in her hand could be promoted nationwide.
"Well, if I were to rate it, it would be 88 points. Please continue to improve the flavor, I'll come back to taste it next time."
The silver-haired woman said to the stall owner, then turned away as if to attend to her own business.
"Y-Yes! I'll work hard to improve!"
The stall owner was not only not angry but rather jubilant and excited beyond measure.
"Very good."
The silver-haired woman nodded in satisfaction, gracefully and uprightly walked away from here.
"Please... take care!"
The stall owner seemed reluctant as he shouted, as if feeling like he had lost the whole world and had completely forgotten to ask for payment from the woman.
And the woman, as if it were a matter of course, ignored the option to pay, as if she had never done such a thing before, nor had the habit, licking her ice cream as she walked away.
As for where the woman passed by, although the gaze of the pedestrians around couldn't leave her, they subconsciously made way, allowing her to pass through.
Clearly, the surrounding pedestrians were all intimidated by her presence and nobility, more attracted by her goddess-like beauty, unconsciously giving way.
Simply...
"It's just like a princess."
Watching this scene, Yukina murmured softly.
Would Yukina also not know that in school, she is also referred to as the princess of the middle school department?
However, there is an absolute difference between Yukina and the woman.
That is, while Yukina only has the charm of a princess, the woman has the dignity and elegance of a princess.
And...
"Such astonishing spiritual power."
Rozen, using his Spirit Vision, discerned the power emanating from the woman, his eyes fluctuating.
On the woman, there was a tremendous spiritual power that even Rozen, in his normal state, couldn't match.
Such a level of spiritual power, if converted into magic power, might even rival that of the third-generation vampire elders and the second-generation vampire royal family.
This was the scale that Rozen could only achieve after activating the Crimson Wing Formation.
Rozen could be sure that such a presence was definitely not a resident of Itogami Island.
Coupled with the woman's military-style uniform...
"It couldn't be..."
Rozen remembered something.
"——"
Suddenly, Rozen locked eyes with the woman.
As if the woman suddenly noticed this side, she turned her head and looked at Rozen, and immediately, Rozen locked eyes with her.
"Have I been discovered?"
Rozen raised his eyebrows, feeling somewhat sighing.
Although he did use Spirit Vision to peep at the woman, he didn't expect her to immediately notice and find Rozen's location in the vast crowd.
So, the woman looked at Rozen, her deep blue eyes showing a little bit of brilliance, then she looked at Yukina beside Rozen, and finally her gaze lingered on the guitar case behind Yukina for a moment, contemplating.
After a while, the woman smiled again and walked towards this side.
With this walk, everyone around suddenly turned their gaze to Rozen and Yukina, the only ones who didn't make way, making the two of them the focus of the entire scene.
"Senpai..."
Suddenl;y becoming so eye-catching, Yukina became a little timid.
Rozen, on the other hand, stared straight at the woman, never shifting his gaze.
In such a situation, the woman finally came to Rozen and Yukina's front.
"It's impressive to encounter outstanding Attack Mages like you in the Demon Sanctuary at the shopping center. I suppose, you two must have remarkable identities, right?"
The silver-haired goddess said with an elegant smile.
"I wonder if you could tell me your names?"
The girl asked curiously.