Hammett considered himself to have seen his fair share of beautiful women, from graceful noblewomen to captivating songstresses, but the woman leading the group on the deck still took his breath away.
Her face was like the finest, newly-fired porcelain from Grey Soil Village—fair and delicate, exuding an innate air of nobility.
Her eyes were deep and bright, like the most brilliant stars in the night sky, twinkling with wisdom and friendliness.
And her magnificent, sky-blue robe beautifully accentuated her exquisite figure.
Hammett was reminded of Princess Blanche, whom he'd seen at a banquet in Wushan Castle. She was also incredibly beautiful and charming, but she was the gentle, innocent type. The woman before him seemed more mature.
The woman didn't seem angered by Hammett's stare. "Brave Knight, we've gotten lost at sea. Could you tell us where we are?"
Hammett snapped back to reality, realizing his gaffe, and quickly composed himself.
