Lady Mysty strolled toward him from the distance, as lovely as a lotus emerging from the water. Her long, purple hair fell in alluring waves, with a hint of sharp, bewitching beauty.
A gleam as sly as a fox and vicious as a snake occasionally flashed through her beautiful purple eyes. She and the young lady both had a foxlike air, but unlike that pink-haired fox, who merely enjoyed teasing people, Lady Mysty's eyes intoxicated Aaron while also revealing the malice brimming within them.
This was not a woman with good intentions.
The Shadow Gothic Illusionary Night Gown outlined her breathtakingly seductive, flawless figure. The thin gown was made of an unknown material, its surface veiled in magical shadows. Its strapless design let her soft breasts sway slightly, while an alluring cherry-red flush suffused skin so pale it seemed violet. Watching the battle appeared to have excited her, and the lingering flush on her face made her look all the more uncanny and dangerous.
"Heehee~ Why did you arrive early too, little fellow?" Lady Mysty tucked some of her wavy, purple-black hair behind her ear. Rising slightly onto her toes on the soft earth, she walked lightly toward Aaron. Beneath the gown's high slit, her beautiful legs were clad in black stockings and black stiletto heels with red soles, straightening and swaying with each step.
"Since we agreed to meet, I ought to be punctual... I'd never been here before, so I came to check the location first."
Aaron, who had just slain a dragon, addressed the mysterious lady.
At the sight of her, Aaron almost instinctively wanted to smile. It was for no particular reason beyond the fact that the source of her power was so close to his own that he could scarcely feel any hostility toward her.