- This is my granddaughter, Lyia. - the old woman said, and Lyia entered the room... that's when I saw her... Snow-white, long hair cascading over seemingly defenseless shoulders... Smooth, milky-colored skin with a hint of blue... a cheerful, carefree smile, and eyes... shimmering with pink and red, eyes that intoxicate you like red wine...
- Greetings, Emperor. - her voice is like the flow of a stream on a spring moonlit night... It's impossible to describe.