"What's so interesting about that thing? Just look at me," Brunhild said, as though it were only natural.
All right, Yulian had to admit that as someone hailed as the "Light of the Celestial Realm," she was a peerlessly beautiful woman, even setting aside the boost her status gave her. In terms of looks alone, even Feifei and Yani fell just a little short of Miss Brunhild. The only one who might have been able to rival her was the divine young woman from the Enlighteners whom he'd seen in his dream.
More importantly, Miss Sullyka's features and proportions seemed to have been combined according to the most perfect aesthetic principles, giving her the beauty of a splendid sculpture. And she was no wooden beauty without a distinctive character. She was more like a burning star, a beauty brimming with ambition, passion, and life. Every frown and smile of hers flowed with heart-stirring charm.
It was easy to understand why His Majesty Emperor Ilesel doted on this direct descendant of his, many generations removed. After all, the divine rulers of the Dawn Dynasty had always been famous for being devoted to beauty.
The emperor had lived for more than two hundred years and married three times. Nearly a hundred of his direct blood relatives had made it into the imperial family tree. Yet most of them were merely idle royal nobles who collected an allowance. If they wanted more out of life, they had to put in the work themselves.
In short, no matter what kind of place Brunhild found herself in, her looks and presence alone could transform its atmosphere into the most magnificent of paintings. Her charm was on a whole different level.
All right, Yulian had to admit that Miss Sullyka was very beautiful, and that watching