190 A Mortifying Misunderstanding

An Angel.

That was the best way to describe the person he was currently looking at.

She had long black hair that sharply contrasted her pale skin. Her blue eyes looked like the ocean—or maybe the most precious kind of sapphire.

She wore a black gown that was decorated with traces of blue embroidery.

A precious necklace hung around her neck, gleaming with colors that matched her gem-like eyes.

She looked absolutely majestic as she walked closer, though her aloof face made her seem more like a sculpted statue than a kind presence.

'It's her? There's… no way! S-she's gorgeous!'

Rey could barely recognize the girl as the Half-Elf he had saved the other day.

Sure, they shared certain features, but this girl was beautiful—too beautiful.

She was the prettiest person he had ever seen.

'I think only Seraph is prettier. What the hell?!'