Angel had seen Lady Melo during his time at the Barbarian Cave. At that time, Lady Melo was just as Serum described, every move she made carried an air of elegance and classic grace. Paired with her efficient manner of doing things, she was like a ceremonial teacher from a traditional noble family.
And now, though Lady Melo's face was full of worry, that aura of elegance emanating from deep within her heart was not diminished in the slightest.
"Siber… Golos..." Lady Melo, dressed in a black long dress, sat on the edge of a slightly damp and cold stone bed, muttering something softly with a worried expression.
Suddenly, Lady Melo's troubled expression changed abruptly.
She suddenly stood up, looking around with confusion.
There was nothing around her, the cramped space still carried its usual oppressive air.
