Bright and open alleyways, magnificent and brand new windows, freshly-painted walls, and floor made with the finest andesite. It was a grand building, several dozen people coming in and out the large entryways with smiles on their faces.
It was a perfume shop, small glass bottles and tiny canisters holding several colorful liquids and different sorts of scents and fragrances. A small whiff and one could feel at ease, their favorite fragrances wafting through their noses.
It was a place frequented by ladies, both from the gentry, the nobility, and wealthy merchantries. Only soft giggles and busy chatters could be heard, the ladies, both young and old, chatting cheerfully with one another about their favorite scents.
"Lady Leia, have you heard already? A new pastry shop had opened up in the east."
"My, I did hear about it. 'Marchissier', correct? I've been waiting since last month."
"As expected of Lady Leia. Should we head there together some time? I heard their products are really delightful, especially their lemon tarts."
"Oh dear, I would be much obliged. I've been wanting to try it myself as well."
It wasn't just perfumes and scents they were talking about, but also the recent rumors and happenings which have reached their ears, cheerfully spreading all sorts of news and information, regardless be it true or false.
After all, gossip and rumors is also an important part of high society culture. It not only allows two parties to be closer to one another, but also for them to gather all sorts of information about different manners of subjects.
And whilst the ladies gossiped about such topics, a single figure made her entrance inside the shop. Her steps were silent and so were her breaths. She strode by the center, yet not a single one noticed her presence, continuing on as they do.
"Hm?"
"Is something the matter, Lady Leia?"
"No, it just felt like I bumped into something just now."
Even when she accidentally bumped with someone, they didn't notice even a speck of her presence. They only felt a cold chill and nothing else. All she leaves was doubt to oneself, passing by like a phantom not belonging to the world.
She continued down the aisle, and with a little leap, she crossed the counters which only employees are supposed to be in. There was no need to open the door. Like a ghost, she simply passed through it without much difficulty.
One... Two... Three... And more...
The silent figure passed through one door after antiehr and even used entrances which aren't obvious to the naked eye. It didn't matter which room it was, as long as she could pass through it, she did so without any hesitation.
A couple minutes later, she finally found the basement where all the materials for perfume making and testing were stored. The room was cold and chilly to preserve the materials, but the silent figure remained unfazed.
She continued to wander around the basement, touching the walls to see if there were any spaces she could pass through and also checking the floor while she was at it. It didn't take long before she found a hidden trapdoor, delving in as soon as she did.
What greeted her was a dark and narrow staircase, only a couple magic lamps lighting up the place to make sure no light escapes outside the trapdoor. It was silent and eerie, not even the whispers of the wind to be heard.
"So there really is a secret passage... Grey was right..." [Yuna]
The secret figure was none other than Yuna, and after accepting the King's request along with Grey, they have been doing a thorough cleaning up around the Royal Capital, crushing one criminal organization after another.
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YLTESCIA: A Reincarnator's Tale in the Lands of Merusia (3)
FantasyAt the meager age of 27, a young man lost his life in an unfortunate accident but by the mischievous tides of fate, he was a given a second chance at life in a world of swords and magic. With the goal to conquer the great labyrinths and explore the...
