So far, Roland had met all kinds of girls, from young maidens to mature women, from other races to youkai.
Among them, quite a few women's looks could no longer be described as merely outstanding. Charm beyond anything human would have been a more fitting description.
Even so, the girl before him still possessed a unique, incomparable charm.
Olga Marie was already a noble young lady with relatively modest demands when it came to clothing, yet even she used details like the gemstone on her bow to display her status.
But despite holding a position that made Olga Marie tremble, the girl's pure white, trench-coat-like long coat bore no unnecessary ornaments beyond the vivid red bow at her neck.
She wore loose red riding breeches that allowed easy movement, with a leather whip hanging at her waist.
Tall brown leather boots hugged her calves tightly, outlining their slender, graceful curves.
Her beautiful chestnut hair was tied in a neat ponytail that barely reached past her shoulders.
Yet such a practical, clean style of dress could not conceal her breathtaking beauty.
Though she wore no luxurious accessories, her very presence was far more dazzling than any of them.
The skin exposed at her neck was exceptionally fair, gleaming like milk.
Despite frequently teasing Olga Marie, in all fairness, setting aside her inner qualities, which still needed polishing, her appearance alone was quite outstanding.
She had fine features and a commanding air, and every movement bore the hallmarks of aristocratic conduct.
But beside that girl, Olga Marie now seemed as unremarkable as a maid.
It was like placing two gemstones whose quality could not be distinguished by the naked eye together, only to find their differences in hue and purity immediately apparent.
The queenlike girl before Roland was undoubtedly the perfect gemstone.