Chapter 49: The Fran Wetlands (3)

Accompanied by the sound of water splashing, a new figure—a young woman who looked to be around my age—stepped out from behind several large trees. I’m not the type to obsess over beauty, and I’ve long grown used to having Felice around. But I’ll admit—at that moment, she really caught my eye. If Felice was like a princess drawn from the pages of a fairytale, her features a blend of everything cute and dreamy, then this woman embodied all the idealized imagery evoked by words like…