A new day, Hexia walked through the spacious 'Dream of Glazed Glass' hall, continuing the work of yesterday, yet today, she seemed a bit distracted.
At last, when it was time for a lunch break, Hexia headed to Andusia's wisteria flower room.
"Is Sister Andusia here?" the girl asked quietly and then walked in to see the blonde maid watering the plants under the trellis.
With a full and perfect figure, paired with her accommodating and gentle nature, 'Andusia' could indeed be the ideal 'housewife' image for many, except this elf woman, a former cellist, remained unmarried.
"I'm here, Dantalion has come back, right?" She put down the watering can and gently waved her fingertips, a breeze blew through the flower room, lifting drops of water that sparkled in the light, creating a faint rainbow.
"Sister Andusia," Hexia's voice sounded almost coquettish, like this was the second time she had shown such behavior in front of someone other than her mother.