It was ten in the morning, and the sunshine was just right.
Outside the villa on the outskirts of Oykot Royal City, a black official carriage slowly came to a stop. Its wheels crunched over the gravel road, making faint noises that startled several sparrows foraging by the roadside.
The carriage door opened.
A foot in a black high heel emerged first, its slender ankle wrapped in sheer black stockings that gleamed softly in the sunlight. Then came the other.
Eirika stood, straightened the hem of her clothes slightly, and looked up at the elegant villa before her.
Her long, wavy, pale-gold hair fell over her shoulders, stirred gently by the autumn breeze, a few strands brushing her exquisite face.
Her sheer purple blouse reflected the sunlight faintly, offering a glimpse of the contours beneath. Below it, a black pencil skirt hugged her shapely rear, outlining a perfect curve.
Beneath the skirt, her long legs, wrapped in black stockings, were straight and slender, each step carrying an unhurried rhythm.
She walked toward the villa's entrance with one foot placed directly before the other, her heels striking the stone path with crisp, rhythmic clicks.
The sound was neither hurried nor slow, yet it seemed to land on the very tips of people's hearts, making them turn toward it despite themselves.
Her perfect S-shaped figure swayed naturally as she walked. With every step, a subtle movement could be seen beneath her tight skirt-a mature woman's unique, innate charm that required no deliberate flaunting, yet made it impossible to look away.
Behind her, Reina followed closely.
Her short black hair was neatly tucked behind her ears, exposing her smooth forehead. Her practical work skirt reached just to her knees, nude stockings covered her calves, and low-heeled leather shoes adorned her feet. She clutched