Thirteen years old

A couple of months passed, and the year turned.

In that time, she had somehow become thirteen years old.

They said she was a year older, but the only thing that had changed was her age.

At least this was where going into closed-door seclusion paid off.

She did not have to show her face at any of the banquets the clan held for the new year.

Ordinarily, when the new year came, guests from within and without lined up at the Yeonha Baek Clan.

It was a clan under the protection of a great sect, and she herself was known as Pacheon Sword Saint’s inheritor disciple.

If she were dragged out to such an occasion, she would have to pretend to be demure, straighten her attire, and receive every elder’s blessing one by one.

Just imagining spending the entire day acting prim and proper before unfamiliar guests already made her feel drained.

“Closed-door seclusion really is the best.”...