It was a tall, slender member of the Crystal-Eyed Race.
Its attire was entirely different from that of the other Crystal-Eyed Race members.
It wore a coffee-brown wide-brimmed hat, its enormous brim edged in graceful curves brimming with design. It wore a long dress in the same color as the hat, though with more of a pale gold tint. A gilded sash was casually knotted around its waist, lending it an air of languid freedom.
On its feet were high heels speckled with faint umber spots. Their slender heels clicked crisply against the marble floor.
Its outfit was remarkably stylish.
And it was not merely the clothing. Its figure was as delicate as a willow bending in the wind—seemingly slight, yet exceedingly graceful.
Was it Moretta?
A flicker of doubt rose in Angel's heart, only for him to dismiss it moments later.
Moretta's name contained "tta," which indicated that he was male. According to the Crystal-Eyed Race's traditions, only those with "Da" in their names were female.
Ordinarily, Angel found it difficult to distinguish the Crystal-Eyed Race's genders by appearance.
But this one, from its attire to its slender figure, appeared female in every respect. So it ought to be a lady of the Crystal-Eyed Race, right?
Since it was a lady, it certainly could not be Moretta.
Perhaps it was Moretta's assistant?
As Angel was thinking this, the elegant lady had already arrived before them.
It was also taller than an ordinary Crystal-Eyed Race member, standing at roughly two and a half meters. Angel would normally only reach its chest.
Fortunately, the Crystal-Eyed Race did not possess human sexual characteristics, so even if someone stared at its chest, it would not feel offended.
"Good evening, two honored guests."
The newcomer bent slightly, gazing down at them with a trace