Viska Occasionally Got Down to Business

The broad platform, several hundred meters square, was bare and unobstructed, without any furnishings or decorations. Like a tranquil island floating amid a storm, its stillness stood in stark contrast to the turmoil outside. At the center of the platform, a silver-haired figure sat quietly with her knees hugged to her chest. She wore an evening gown that seemed to drift with black mist, like a princess who had just left a high-society banquet. Her slender hands, clad in long black gloves, wrapped around her knees, her chin buried between them and her eyes lightly closed, as if she were dozing in that position. Her astonishingly long, bright silver hair had not been styled at all. It simply spilled down naturally, cascading over her back and pooling in silver-white waves across the floor, making its owner seem as though she sat in a pool of mercury. I stared blankly at the figure before me, someone who should have been familiar but now felt exceptionally strange, unable for quite some time to tear my gaze away from that silver-white brilliance, which could only be called dazzling.

From a botanical perspective, the person before me should have been Viska. But this version was simply too unbelievable. If Lu Bu went into battle carrying a manure fork, you would never guess he was a fierce general. By the same logic, could you possibly recognize Viska, sitting there quietly without a brick in her hand, as a Rogue?

So for a moment, I genuinely failed to recognize who she was!

The surroundings were still filled with that warm atmosphere that made people want to completely relax. Its source might have been Viska, who was resting with her eyes closed before me, and that made the whole thing feel even more incongruous. This woman had