Chapter 63: Fienne Holds Back
0% Fienne had never concerned herself with her appearance. Anyone who had glimpsed her in person—she was recently famed as the Lily of Dalloa in Bondalles—would find that hard to believe, but it was undeniably true.
As a street urchin cast out from the orphanage, she lacked the means to care for her looks. And after awakening as a Progenitor, she had no reason to; her body, imbued with supreme dignity, maintained itself in flawless condition.
Her pure white hair remained as lustrous as silk, untouched by dirt or neglect. Her jade-like skin only grew more supple with time.
It was as if time itself had become her servant, exalting her very existence.
“...”
Yet, Fienne had developed a new hobby as of late. Spending time in front of the mirror—in other words, grooming herself.
Don’t other women do it too? There’s no special reason to it.
Despite what she told herself, the reality was different.
“Do I really look that much like a child...?”
Fienne pretended not to mind Risir treating her like a child, but in truth, it vexed her to no end.
For a girl who could enslave anyone, regardless of age or gender, being seen as a child by the only man whom she fancied was a deep concern.