Iris Flower, Laisser.
A lady wearing a hat and dressed in a light green satin dress is quietly praying with closed eyes here in one of the few Holy Temples in the city, holding her small handbag.
Her appearance seems quite delicate, the kind that is very pleasing to the eye. She has almost black, dark brown long curly hair and is wearing light makeup. She wears no accessories, giving off a pleasantly "ordinarily pretty" vibe.
Casius priest, who was blessing the Holy Statue with holy water, watched her from a distance, somewhat lost in thought for a moment.
He knew her—at least he knew her name. This was information he had obtained once when he was handing out gifts under the guise of a festival.
