In the moment the cruise ship set sail from Cloud City, at the estate of Ooki Yoritatsu.
Yagyuu Yukihime was sitting on the tatami mat, with a vase on the desk before her and a vibrant flower arrangement standing tall.
Despite her rounded belly, the woman's demeanor hadn't diminished in the slightest.
On the contrary, her pregnancy only added a different flavor to her aura.
"Clip, clip, clip…"
The sharp knife fell, and with a few leaves added, a perfect piece of floral art was born.
"Clap, clap, clap!"
All of a sudden, Yukihime heard the sound of applause next to her ear, and another woman strode forward, her pretty face cold and her eyes filled with hostility, yet she spoke with an indifferent air, "Miss Yagyuu's flower arranging skills have reached a master's level, haven't they?"
"When Ruth was studying at Kyoto University, she also took a year of flower arranging. Although not an expert, she understands the basics."