Westheid was actually the first to spot Ailorus's petite figure, but he was trapped by a flock of beautiful, chattering women and couldn't get away. It wasn't until Faticia coughed that Westheid found a perfect excuse to slip out.
"Brother West, good day."
The Elf Lolita folded her hands over her stomach and gave the man a small smile.
"It's been a long time, but I've been keeping a close eye on you."
Ailorus had clearly taken great care in dressing up before coming. She wore a white dress that was both elegant and gorgeous, with open-work designs on the shoulders and sides, and a hemline that stopped just above her knees. Despite revealing large patches of fair skin, there wasn't a hint of vulgarity; instead, it made her look even more pure and lovely.
Her long, golden hair was woven into an exquisite braid at the back of her head, with a few strands falling to her shoulders, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight.
