Yuzu's training progressed smoothly. Although many people saw her as nothing more than a fragile woman, she became the first person ever to endure Viktor's direct combat training. Yes, Viktor was gentler with her, no matter how hard he tried not to be. But Yuzu's progress still shocked everyone. Slowly, respect began to form around her name.
Time raced forward. Before anyone realized it, the day of Niky's monthly gathering arrived. Yuzu looked breathtaking that day. Niky had personally summoned a professional makeup artist for her. When she stepped out wearing a dress perfectly matching Niky's attire, no one could deny how beautiful she was.
"You look stunning, Yuzu," Niky murmured.
Nervous, Yuzu felt her anxiety calm with his soft kiss. She smiled, admiring his appearance in return.
"And you look incredibly handsome," she replied honestly.
