Sword Nine is currently in a state of enlightenment, and with those barriers up, there's no need to worry about him being disturbed.
She was confused and didn't want to ask too much. Unknowingly, she found herself standing in front of the open door of the main house.
"Come in."
A woman's voice called from inside.
Sword Dance lowered her head, clasped her hands, and stepped in, turning her head to see a woman seated in front of a screen, practicing calligraphy.
The woman was wearing a soft pink-and-white ancient dress, her long hair simply combed and draped over her back, each action exuding a gentle aura.
Sword Dance carefully observed the woman's makeup.
It was no different from the one illustrated in the ancient books about that princess.
Sword Dance felt a bit puzzled.
Would such a being care about appearances? This makeup, clearly, was enhanced with rouge and powder.
