The quiet hum of contained energy surrounded me in the special chamber Kuzunoha had graciously provided—a bubble of stability within the chaotic mansion.
I allowed myself a soft sigh as I adjusted the thin threads of celestial charm coursing through me. My reflection shimmered faintly in the crystalline wall before me, a radiant figure veiled in an aura of soft, unrelenting light.
But my work was far from complete. I wasn't satisfied with simply radiating charm like an indiscriminate sunbeam. No, I intended to wield it—deliberately, surgically, as sharp as any blade and as malleable as any tool.
"How is it?" I asked, definitely not looking at the woman lounging elegantly nearby.
Kuzunoha stretched lazily in her fox-like way, crimson eyes glittering with that endless mischief she seemed to hoard like a dragon's treasure. "Hmph, slightly less insufferable than when you started. Which, by the way, was intolerable. If your charm had a scent, I'd have choked on it by now."
