An unexpected guest arrived in Loran Forest in the early morning.
Her slender frame was enveloped in a magnificent, deep purple robe with gold-embroidered trim. Beneath the wide brim of a pointed hat, her face was delicate and beautiful. Fiery red hair cascaded down her back. An amethyst pendant hung from her slender, snow-white neck, and below her faintly visible collarbones, her chest was strikingly full.
Its fullness was a stark contrast to her slender waist, forming a curve that seemed carved by a Demon, one that held a fatal allure.
Pinned to her chest, a silver insignia bearing two violet petals was propped up high, making it particularly conspicuous.
The girl strode with light steps through what the locals called the depths of Loran Forest, seemingly unconcerned by the dangers of the deep woods.
RUSTLE—
A faint rustling came from the undergrowth. A Frost Shadow Wolf was hiding in the shadows, observing the "prey" before it.
