Anno looked toward the tavern door and saw a patch of radiant white.
Like moonlight, cool as water.
It was a very beautiful woman with rare emerald-green hair. Perhaps because it was too long, it had been simply tied up; if it were let down, it might reach the ground.
She wore a plain white dress, as though woven from moonlight itself, gentle and elegant.
Anno could sense that when the woman entered the Hearthstone Tavern, the plants around her all cheered with delight.
They were welcoming her arrival.
Like an elder brother, and even more like an elder sister.
The boisterous atmosphere of the Hearthstone Tavern seemed to quiet down considerably at that moment, and many customers turned their gazes toward the door.
However, when they saw Ausia walking over, most of them revealed looks of understanding.
Knowing the commander of the Tide, there was nothing strange about that.
As the saying went, the friends of important figures were generally important figures themselves. This beautiful woman, so utterly transcendent, was surely no ordinary person.
Everyone thought so.
And indeed, that was the truth.
Aurora looked over the Hearthstone Tavern, curiosity rippling in her equally emerald-green eyes.
So this was the shop of that foreign god.
She had slept for a very, very long time. This was the first time she had left the underground and personally seen the city mortals had built upon her body.
Prosperous, beautiful.
Just as they had been in her memories, they were full of vitality and creativity.
They were living well.
That was enough. She was very happy.
What she enjoyed most was taking on the appearance of a mortal, witnessing their civilization with her own eyes, and personally experiencing all sorts of novel things.
Mother had once said that she was full of