Everlight's Situation
"Well,"
Saintess Lunaria adjusted her silver hair strands to the side and kept them tucked over her ear, "If you deem it acceptable, I guess I can hold my head high in hopes that I will not be beheaded for my future transgressions."
"…"
Davis gazed at her enchanting emerald pupils that adorned her eyes like pearls.
Her complexion was as fresh as fallen snow, unblemished and radiant, further complemented by her pristine white robe. Her skin was as delicate as flawless porcelain, exuding an aura of purity and grace that exemplified her status as a Guardian and a Saintess and not the other way around.
Above her eyes was a smooth, subtle diamond mark that seemed to be a power of bloodline or simply a beauty mark, and he still didn't know what it was.
"Saintess sure has a peculiar way of speaking, asking for forgiveness even though you did nothing wrong."
Davis shook his head.