Outside a dilapidated castle.
Duncan sat silently eating on a rock, with a greatsword resting by his knee. The blade shimmered with a cold light, while Lady Sestha White knelt gracefully beside him. Her luxurious gold-embroidered belt was stained with blood, and beneath her slender waist, her full hips were wrapped in a long skirt, trembling slightly with an impressive elasticity as she rose. The hem of her skirt was smeared with blood and filth, along with tiny bits of shredded flesh.
Wearing a dress for action meant she could hardly maintain her dignity, but fortunately, her upper body remained pristine. Her smooth face was vibrant with energy as she crouched by Duncan's side, a hint of respect in her expression as she spoke, "Lord Duncan."
"Have some water."
Lady Sestha White's slightly low-cut top revealed a glimpse of creamy cleavage. As the glow of the Divine Technique faded, Duncan took the water flask handed to him and drank deeply, continuing his meal in silence.
