Chapter 297
#297
“This much.”
Schlieffen said. There was no answer. Iril was fast asleep, buried in the middle of the huge chair. Marja, who saw her, muttered involuntarily.
“···She looks like a princess.”
“Wow, this is really… dazzling.”
Braum, who was standing next to him, also nodded. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Even though she was beautiful in a rag doll, she was different today.
A gorgeous and elegant dress, like something you would see at a ball at the palace, was draped over her body. The dress, as white as the first snow, seemed to have been made just for her.
“Is this a crown? It’s pretty…”
A beautiful tiara was placed on top of her well-combed hair. She had been brought in to be canonized as a saint, and it seemed as if she had been treated accordingly.