What the Hell Is This Bastard?

A jet-black dress and a feathered mask with razor-sharp edges.

Even with half her face concealed, there was no mistaking her.

Lucia's unique aura couldn't be hidden, whether in high society or on the battlefield.

Still, this was unexpected.

In my first life, I'd never seen her dressed like this. Not once.

The only reason I could think of was that she was making it clear with her whole body that no one should approach her.

Just as she'd said, she meant to leave the seat beside her empty.

"What are you just standing there staring at?"

Lucia abruptly held out her hand.

Her wrist looked even whiter and more slender against the black dress...