Tatshaw Territory. Autumn.
A light rain had fallen two days earlier, its threads soft as a gauzy veil, sprinkling the earth.
Afterward came cool weather. The blades of grass began to yellow. Autumn was the season of harvest, bringing the joy of abundance.
Everything had ripened, the fruits hanging heavy on the boughs, bringing smiles to people's brows and delight to their hearts. This feeling was especially apparent among those in the lord's residence. Since the last incident, Romon had rarely appeared, but everyone in the residence had vaguely heard that their lord had become a True God. They all went about their work with bated breath, unable to hide their joy.
"The weather is quite nice today, perfect for an outing. If we went on a picnic, we would surely have a wonderful time... You two, which one of you will go invite Bell? Tell her I have something to discuss with her." On the balcony, Eileen gave her instructions.
She wore a long white dress, her beautiful hair pinned high, revealing a large expanse of fair skin. She looked radiant and captivating. When she happened to glimpse the cushioned chair in the garden where Bell often sat, she was struck by the urge to go on an outing.
Two maidservants in blue dresses stood close behind Eileen. When they heard her mention Lady Bell, both hesitated.
"What? Is Bell not home?" After waiting a while without receiving an answer, Eileen noticed their unusual behavior. She turned around, fixed her gaze on them, and slowly asked.
Eileen was usually gentle, but she had been born a noblewoman and had served as a bishop for so many years. Coupled with the current rumors that Romon had become a god, she naturally possessed an indescribable majesty in the eyes of outsiders.