Inside a quiet room, Lily sat gracefully, a gentle smile played on her lips yet somehow, the combination of a maid apron and a dainty teacup made the atmosphere feel more ominous than welcoming.
Across from her, four nervous girls from the Fairy Pavilion stood stiffly like soldiers awaiting judgment.
Their eyes darted around the room, avoiding Lily's gaze as if it might burn.
"Well," Lily said sweetly, crossing one leg over the other, "what brings you four beauties here today?"
The way she emphasized "beauties" made it sound less like a compliment and more like a warning.
The girls didn't feel praised, in fact, they felt an overwhelming urge to run.
One of the younger ones already had tears welling in her eyes.
After a moment of silence, the eldest of the group finally found the courage to speak, though her voice trembled like a leaf in the wind.
"Is… is this how your sect treats visitors? Our Fairy Pavilion was the one who gifted you a serene mountain to settle on…"
