Blood Ancestor’s Offer

Within a luxurious grand hall, a veiled woman in body-tight white armor, flaunting her perfect figure, was slashing her thin long silvery sword aesthetically in a strange rhythm. With every slash, she would gracefully move around the hall as if she was dancing. 

As her long silver hair danced in the air like silvery flames with her sensational movements, her silvery eyes were like pristine pearls which didn't have any emotions in them. Her movements were fluent and graceful, while her sword aura was sharp and frigid. She looked like a sword fairy dancing on her own rhythm, completely oblivious to worldly affairs.

She was none other than Alina! 

"Princess, you should rest. You've been practicing your sword dance for an entire week now!" A fidgety crisp voice rang from the corner of this hall.