There shouldn't be any problem… right?
With a jittery heart, Angel silently watched the movements of the Secret Ceremony Box.
At the beginning, the Secret Ceremony Box always moved in more or less the same way—the rose patterns on the porcelain case began to glow with a soft light, and as these lights spread into midair, they outlined one rose illusion after another, vines sprawling outward.
Brilliant rose illusions bloomed in competition above the Secret Ceremony Box.
It was like a crowd of noble young ladies in lavish new gowns, vying to outshine one another on the prince's scorching-hot dance floor, desperate to show their most beautiful side.
Along with the blooming floral illusions came a wafting fragrance.
At first it was a flood of floral scent, then slowly shifted into a faint sweetness.
This sweet scent gave the feeling that those dazzling noble young ladies were quietly leaving the stage, and now stepping into the light was a bashful Cinderella full of shy grace.
