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Pien was holding herself back.

Throughout her life, she had never bothered with maintaining her appearance.

This fact would be utterly unbelievable to anyone in Bondales who had seen the infamous "White Lily of Daloa" in person, but regardless of disbelief, it was the truth.

When she wandered the streets after being expelled from the orphanage, she simply couldn’t afford to care for her looks.
And after awakening to her true identity as an Ancient One, she had no reason to.

Her exalted body naturally remained in perfect condition.

Even without bathing, her silken white hair shone like the finest fabric.
Her alabaster skin, far from deteriorating over time, grew even more resilient and radiant.

It was as if the flow of time itself served her, glorifying her existence.

“...”

Recently, however, Pien had developed a new hobby.

She had started spending time in front of the mirror—focusing on her appearance.

Other women do this all the time, don’t they?
It’s nothing special.

At least, that’s what Pien told herself. But the truth was different.

“Do I really look like a child…?”

Though she pretended not to care about Lisir treating her like a kid, it actually bothered her immensely.
She, who could enthrall anyone—man or woman, young or old—and make them her slave, found herself treated like a child by the one man she actually cared about.

Such was the complexity of a girl’s heart.