"Master Nathalia has been waiting for your arrival."
Lilith, the daughter of the Goddess of Will, Zila.
Up close, I could see her features clearly.
Lilith had obsidian-black hair falling loosely down her back, smooth and shiny.
Her blood-red eyes faintly glowed as they locked onto mine.
Her pure white feathered wings rested gently against her back, each feather pristine and symmetrical.
Her skin was milk-white, flawless, almost unnatural in its perfection.
And her face...
It was small, delicate, and she seemed so innocent.
A face that didn't belong to a ruthless creature, not even a servant.
No.
She was more than that.
She was a deity.
And yet, here she stood in front of me.
Dressed in a maid's uniform, bowing her head before me.
It was surprising. She was being genuine— it gave me goosebumps.
'What's with this sudden change in attitude?'
My question was directed to Sera.
Her ghostly figure once again appeared beside me.
