Beautiful...
Lucy Windelle repeated the words in her head.
Despite having been complimented by the Clown multiple times, it still felt surreal.
Most importantly, now that she had seen the god's physical form in person, she felt as though there was a strange, personal connection between them, even if she was the only one who felt it.
"You are beautiful too, Mister Clown."
The words caught even Solomon off guard.
He knew that he was beautiful in this world; however, there was something different about hearing it come from a royal woman.
As his brows raised, Lucy blushed brighter and elaborated.
"I mean... when I saw you in the Valanian Kingdom, my first thought was how beautiful you were. History says that the gods no longer walk the worlds, so it caught me by surprise. Are all gods as beautiful as you?"
