Until just now, there should have been only three people in the tea party, but a fairly splendidly dressed woman, a "young maiden" had shown up.
Her slightly curly red hair was like a blooming banana flower, her neat features and knightly menswear exuding an androgynous charm. Almost reminiscent of a boy who looked very much like a girl. Her gesture of flipping her hair was exceptionally coquettish, and against the backdrop of the starry sky, the night wind that slipped into the greenhouse from the open window scattered petals in a myriad of different colors, as if toasting her arrival.
Indeed, she was beautiful, but it was not an innocent, pure beauty.
She was neither a saintess nor a handsome boy, Roland's memory of the "Salome" she portrayed was rather of a primordial kind of darkness.
"Alright, shall we start the fun of discipline? What kind do you prefer?"
"Wha... "
