Since that was the case, he let her speak with Alvitr.
After he left, Alvitr called Claire and Aurora over. The four women first went to the dressing room to pick out clothes.
There were quite a few clothes Suna had left behind in the Duke's Mansion. Though a long time had passed, they had still been well preserved.
They even found the crotchless pants Aurora had worn as a child, making her blush furiously.
After each had chosen the sleepwear they wanted to change into, the four entered the indoor bathhouse attended by maids.
Unlike the bath Dark used, this one was somewhat smaller. It had already been filled with hot water, steam rising from its surface.
Alvitr took off her clothes, grabbed a bath towel, and walked into the billowing steam.
Suna looked at her flawless body with some envy and said, "Time truly favors you."
Alvitr smiled and looked back. "You're not bad yourself."
Suna gave a slight sigh and removed her last garment.
Because of her build, her frame was larger and her shoulders somewhat broad. But the muscles of her abdomen were exceptionally firm, making her waist rather narrow.
The rounded curves exposed above the bath towel were also fuller than Alvitr's.
Her entire body radiated a slightly rugged, wild beauty.
Fearless of the water's temperature, she extended her long legs into the bath and slowly submerged herself.
Perhaps her busy official duties had caused her to neglect exercise; the exhaustion from the long journey from the Free City was unexpectedly apparent on her.
She narrowed her eyes, growing a little drowsy under the soothing steam.
Meanwhile, Alvitr beside her was surrounded by a faint radiance, a halo naturally flowing from her flesh—the manifestation of having transcended mortality and entered sainthood.
Only then did Aurora