"Welcome to my place, descendant of Von"
An elegant female voice rang out from the figure of the girl who was walking around the altar.
Her long multicolored hair fell from underneath the silk covering her head and dragged on the ground as she moved.
Ivan froze, staring at the figure without saying a word; for some reason, he felt uneasy even when this person appeared to be minding her business.
After a few seconds of doing what seemed like drawing inscriptions around the statue of the angel, the figure finally stopped and turned around to face Ivan.
Ivan was finally able to see her face: a straight pair of pink lips that poked out beautifully under a straight, elegant nose. Her cheeks were full, and she looked cute with slight reddish blush makeup; her skin was pale as that of a corpse that had been lost in water for weeks but radiated with beauty.