The atmosphere in the woods seemed filled with a subtly amorous charm. Princess Katya casually picked up her coffee cup and took a gentle sip, the crimson imprint of her lips and the blush on her cheeks becoming so enchanting in Komer's eyes. Every move she made emitted an alluring aura like fermenting mellow wine, slowly revealing itself, seemingly even more bewitching than the scene Komer had witnessed at the banquet a few months ago. Komer liked this ambiance; although he had no intention of taking any action, it was the lethality of these fleeting sentiments that far exceeded many straightforward expressions, a fact of which Komer was well aware.