The Crimson Sparrow Tower of the Sea Cliff Royal Court was an elegant white tower, with two tiers of balconies decorating its exterior like a mushroom's skirt. Inside hung curtains patterned in dark red, blocking out both light and prying eyes.
This was the Crimson Sparrow Tower, a small tower built especially for Sylutia, where she lived and conducted her usual experiments and research.
On this day, after finishing her work in the laboratory, Sylutia set it aside for the moment and prepared to go out for a walk.
The weather was unusually pleasant today. The clouds had thinned somewhat, and a blazing ray of sunlight poked through a gap in the azure sky, shining down upon the land.
Since the arrival of the Season of Sinking Fog, clear days had become precious beyond measure, each appearance like a festival.
When she reached the door at the foot of the tower, Sylutia had only taken a few steps and bathed in the sunlight before retreating again, extending her snow-white arm into the sun outside.
A faint prickling pain came from her arm. It was nowhere near enough to injure her, but the sensation was far from pleasant.
No wonder Camilla always carried an umbrella whenever she went out on sunny days. Sylutia gave a slight shake of her head, fetched a parasol she had prepared from her room, opened it, and slowly stepped out of the tower.
Today, she wore an aristocratic gown in black and white, with several vivid crimson roses adorning its hem and waist. It carried quite the air and bearing of the Blood Clan; indeed, it had been made by a royal Blood Clan tailor.
Since Sylutia had lived in the Royal Court for a long time, all her food, clothing, lodging, and travel had been