As Calix returned to the box after battle, he exhaled slightly. His hand tracing the hilt of his sword lightly. A faint thought creased through his mind.
'Looks like even the young masters in this world are not just words. Well, they are still nobles I guess.' Shaking his head lightly he turned.
However, just as he turned, he froze.
Amethyst met Crimson.
Calix stood still like a statue, as he found himself under the light but curious scrutiny of two crimson pupils.
Elowen SilverWillow stood in front of him…close far too close for his comfort.
Both watched each other, and for a moment he found himself appreciating the unprecedented beauty of her, of course not in any lecherous way.
As if, the creator had all the time in the world to create her and he put all of his heart into creating her…she looked picturesque.
'Damn, they really didn't exaggerate, huh. Everybody here in this world is beautiful, but the main cast is almost something extraordinary. …They are surreal.'
