The Lord Is With You (12)

Golden hair, blood-red eyes, and snow-white skin.

She was a captivating woman, with a high-bridged nose and strikingly vivid eyes. Her beauty was so impressive that “sculpture” suited her better than the product of heredity and chance.

A northern beauty, as if painted in a picture.

Her name was ‘Delphin Yurdina.’

Her slender jawline and sharp, unwavering eyes seemed to reflect her fierce temperament. She had the look of a noble young lady, ever proud and confident.

But now, the dignified bearing she had always maintained as the heir to a prestigious house had vanished without a trace.

“Listless” was more fitting, in fact. Her lips hung slightly open, devoid of strength, and her eyes were unfocused. That was how Senior Delphin looked as she faced me.

After staring at me for several seconds with lightless eyes, she slowly began to recover her emotions.

The first emotion to pass through those blood-red eyes was surprise.

Then came shame, fear, and despair, settling into a heavy sediment. The eyes where ennui had once dripped like honey now held nothing but pain...