When illuminated by sunlight, the mysterious white silk, gleaming with a blue hue, flowed gently below the chest and waistline, drawing soft curves like a goddess’s dress. The pelvic region, firmly securing it, featured a large silver jasmine flower crafted with jewels.

On each of the five branches of the flower petals, small white opals were intricately embedded, dazzling brilliantly in the sunlight. Below the flower stem, thin strands made of amethyst crystals gracefully swayed, creating a beautiful dance with every movement of Latifa’s legs.

Although thin, the large white veil, not revealing what was beneath, cascaded down from the waistline, giving a tantalizing impression that both legs might be visible. The white leather sandal straps were adorned with butterfly decorations and precious pearls, seamlessly stitched.

While the neck and shoulders were coolly exposed, a necklace made of platinum strands adorned with several diamond-like stones covered the upper part, conveying a more elegant and refined feeling than flamboyant allure.

As the robe was removed, and the long veil swept away, people began to exclaim in admiration.

“Incredible! What a spectacle for a captive of a fallen nation! The crazy person of the Grand Bazaar is unstoppable!”

“The Moon Goddess of Caleb is truly beautiful…! More beautiful than Amira! Blessings to her!”

“Today, I should offer incense to Ignis. With Calende looking so beautiful, he might get jealous.”

Amidst the crowd’s cheers, Latifa subtly reveled in pride, raising the corners of her mouth.

“Honestly, this should have surprised Hades as well, right?”

Hup! Hup! Hup!

As Latifa removed her robe, the energetic sounds of the martial arts practitioners began, and the rapid clattering of their instruments started to resonate.

To the sound of music that seemed to signal the beginning of something, Latifa extended one hand as instructed by Asti and Luhan, reaching her palm towards the sky.

As the white hand ascended, cutting through the warm sunlight, Asti climbed onto the altar with grunting sounds and faced the crowd, extending her right hand and shouting loudly.

“Ladifa Glaycia, who comes from the Empire. As the princess of the Grand Bazaar, I declare you an adult in the name of Asti Basilie, bestowing the royal family’s blessing upon you!”

Having spoken quite solemnly, Asti, with a lovely dimple on her plump cheek, whispered to Latifa.

“It’s a congratulatory message my father wrote. Impressive, right? Hehe.”

Simultaneously, a hornpipe echoed for a long time, and lively music began.

‘Whatever, let’s shake it.’

With one hand reaching towards the sky and the other gripping the veil tightly, Latifa swayed her hips to the music. The jewels attached to the white veil made clear sounds, and the edge of the veil fluttered vividly.

While the leather sandals moved rapidly, creating a pleasant sound as they collided with the tiles, her hair painted silvery waves with each movement of her hips.

It was a dance she had never learned, yet the melody embedded in the desert-like rhythm naturally led Latifa’s body.

With her head facing the scorching sun, Latifa’s beautiful dancing figure, despite the clumsy movements, received applause filled with blessings for the goddess of Caleb.

Who would have thought that she would be opening the debutante ball at the Grand Bazaar?

Her cheeks, reddened by the dance, gradually lost tension and began to fill with joy and delight.

Quickly, as the music started, two men watched Latifa, who danced with a joyful expression.

It was Hades and Luhan.

Hades, with eyes that seemed to burn, did not take his gaze off Latifa’s face.
Beautiful clothing and accessories didn’t catch her eye. She started as a timid and insignificant refugee, but she had transformed into a confident and dignified presence.

Initially, she was merely considering Latifa as a beautifully adorned symbol of Caleb, but now she was truly becoming Hades’ happiness.

Whether that was a good or bad thing remained uncertain.

However, just looking at Latifa made a tingling sensation rise in Hades’ abdomen, and Hades’ lips remained upturned all day long, even if he wasn’t consciously aware of it.

“……Beautiful.”

Luhan, who had been sleeping by Hades’ side, sighed with admiration. Hades, still keeping his gaze on Latifa, responded to him.

“My frau. She belongs to no one but me, Luhan.”

“……Right, I suppose.”

Luhan, also unable to tear his gaze away from Latifa, absentmindedly played along with Hades.

Suddenly, something sparkling in the sunlight irritated Hades’ eyes. Hades, slightly scrunching his face, turned his head to find the source of the light.

It was the light reflected from the platinum bracelet Luhan was wearing. The bracelet, adorned with opal-carved peony petal patterns, was beautiful.

Hades’ eyes narrowed slightly upon seeing it. However, without saying anything, he turned his gaze back to Latifa.

“……. ”

“Latifa seems happy.”

At Luhan’s murmured words, which sounded like he was talking in a dream, Hades spat out a single phrase.