After carefully inscribing every piece of information the client had requested onto the specially treated scroll, the girl finally set the quill down and stretched her arms above her head.
"…Done. Take it."
She handed the scroll over without ceremony.
"Thank you for your hard work," her subordinate said, accepting it with both hands. He hesitated, then added cautiously, "But… are you alright?"
Her movement paused for a fraction of a second.
"Alright?" she echoed, a faint smile touching her lips. "What do you mean?"
"You never showed your face," he said. "Not even once."
Slowly, she reached up and drew back her veil.
Silky black hair spilled over her shoulders, catching the light as her calm, composed expression was revealed. There was no tension in her face—only quiet amusement.
"I had my reasons," she replied gently.
