In a room in the White Castle, Onaya was getting dressed. After being imprisoned for nearly a year, she was finally going to see her daughter and sister today. Unable to hide her excitement, she put on a treasured outfit.
"Lady Onaya, are you ready?"
Just then, a knock came at the door. Oli spoke softly, "The trial by combat is about to begin."
Before long, Onaya emerged, clad in a black gown. Though she was over thirty, her figure remained exquisitely proportioned—full and shapely, with a lingering, mature charm.
Her exquisite White Gemstone earrings and the Sapphire on her chest, as brilliant as a starry sky, both bespoke the unique extravagance of the highest nobility.
Oli couldn't help but stare, dumbfounded. Such beauty was utterly incomparable to that of the Maids—it was the difference between an ugly duckling and a swan. There was simply no comparison.
He quickly snapped out of it, however, and hurriedly lowered his head.
"Let's go," Onaya said with a slight nod.
