A Favor Begets Disaster

Penelope froze the moment she saw her face.

The embodiment of fire and power.

From afar, when she had seen the dragon, her bearing had seemed wild and brimming with ferocious force.

That impression had been even stronger when she approached wearing a mask.

But the moment she saw her face, she had no choice but to admit that her judgment had been wrong.

Eyes that sloped downward, armed with purity and innocence.

Lips carrying the freshness of a maiden.

Her demeanor was calm, too, and put people at ease.

Perhaps that was why Penelope’s frozen gaze began to move naturally, and she started to notice the woman’s thoroughly feminine figure.

To put it another way, she was like the first snow covering the earth...