The pristine white pavilion stood out against the dark night. It overlooked the pond in the middle of the garden, with six thick columns supporting it.
The roof was domed with a small, raven sculpture on top. Its ceiling showed a scene of Bellona, with her black hair and violet eyes, offering her hand to a lady wearing a veil, the first saintess and empress, Roselian von Farren.
The painting had faded with time, but its majesty couldn't be concealed.
Despite living in seclusion, the Verena Duchy made sure that nothing was lacking to maintain their noble identity.
"Okay! Here I go!"
Alethea and Mother looked at me with anticipation.
'Visualize... Fireflies... Something like fireflies...'
I closed my eyes, trying my hardest to recreate what I learned two days ago. But maybe because I have an audience now, I felt quite nervous.
"Woah!"
I opened my eyes at Alethea's exclamation and felt my own breath hitch at the scenery.
