Chapter 14

A kind and lovely impression. Light brown hair with a pinkish hue. Anyone who saw Isabelle of Glintland even once would unhesitatingly describe her as a beauty with a kind demeanor. But Isabelle of Glintland was absolutely not that kind of person. If she were, she would not have been able to claw her way up to this position in the first place. “To have come all the way to Ivanes for this,” she muttered. She began to chew on the tips of her beautifully manicured fingernails.