The wind gently passed through the forest, lifting the golden hair of Hilveld like the glistening strings of a harp. The young girl stood beneath the woodland canopy, slender and graceful, slightly tilting her head to press her hair strands with her hand, while her eyes, clear as the shallow seas, watched the distance, free of any worldly dust.
She was the embodiment of lightness and elegance.
"Let's go, Miss Hilveld," her maid, the girl known as Xiesta, glanced at the giant shadow soaring into the sky and spoke for the first time—her voice was clean, devoid of any drag: "It's going to be troublesome in a bit."
But Hilveld shook her head somewhat capriciously: "Xiesta, do you really think he'll be at a loss?" She looked at Xiesta with an amused gaze, a light smile on her lips: "That guy, who is clearly a Dragon Knight but pretending to be a newbie, is really interesting—"
