It was at the moment she recognized the garment, Moli's neck sluggishly moved akin to a rusted component aged by countless years, and when she stiffly, bit by bit, lifted her head, she finally took in the dim sight within the castle.
Her eyes first fell upon the grand hall, where a brazenly comfortable-looking large bed was shamelessly set by some unknown character.
Upon that bed, on a slightly sunken soft mattress, Moli saw the back of a red-haired woman sitting upright. She was clad in nothing but a thin veil, seemingly sitting dominantly on something.
Behind her, like a valiant general, a flexible tail with a fireball at its tip swayed slightly.
In the darkness, the bright flame-flickering tail resembled a snake flicking its tongue. Upon Moli's entry, its movement paused slightly, watching her eerily.
