However, when her gaze moved past Su Li and fell on Ilya, standing half a step behind him holding a tea tray, that trace of alienation instantly solidified, then was replaced by an indescribable shock.
Bayonetta's pupils slightly contracted, her breath seemed to halt for a moment.
She had always had absolute confidence in her appearance. The bloodline of the Moon Priestess endowed her with a cool and noble temperament, and thirty years of care had left her face as captivating as ever. She always believed that Su Li took such pains to approach her, even risking bringing her out of Marle Castle, not only for political gain but largely also out of a desire for her beauty. This was one of her internal wagers, as well as a dependance for seeking security in a new environment.
But… this white-haired girl in front of her…
