Magnificent sunset clouds shrouded the Royal Tent atop the mountain. The fluttering Wolf Banner stood tall as Pine Wood. In the entire Alliance camp, only Avet's Divine King banner was a little taller than Xolotl's Prophet banner. All of this showed Xolotl's status, just like the unique Prophet's sacrificial robe he wore, painted with the wolf spirit and the Hummingbird and carved with divine patterns.
Inside the Royal Tent, the guards stood with axes in hand, protecting it with meticulous care. Xolotl sat upright at the head, with a low table in the middle. Opposite him, the medical woman Caishan was trembling with fear, her whole body taut, her heart pounding nervously, not daring to guess at this uncanny young "High Shaman Prophet." She knelt hard before the table and, in Chinese mixed with Old Korean, with the posture of one receiving an envoy from the superior state, bowed humbly in greeting.
"This lowly maid is Caishan, a medical woman of the Joseon Kingdom. I respectfully pay my respects to my lord, and wish my lord perfect peace!"
Xolotl's gaze was deep as he watched the medical woman kneeling before him. That familiar face, expression, etiquette, and voice all made waves surge in his chest, calling up many distant memories. Yet years in politics had long since given him enough depth of composure that joy and anger did not show on his face. He merely commanded calmly.
"No need. For excess courtesy. Rise."
"Yes! This lowly maid respectfully obeys my lord's instructions."
Caishan cautiously raised her head, glanced at this "lord's" expression, then slowly arched her supple waist and sat up on her knees like flowing water. That posture carried courtly elegance, while also fully displaying the curves of a woman's figure, with a certain "hint" peculiar to the Joseon