[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom]
[Pulchritudo]
Robert found himself wondering, not for the first time, whether Mikoto simply possessed an uncanny talent for becoming fascinated by the most random things imaginable.
"Who would've guessed they'd have cafés here?" Mikoto mused, his voice light with genuine surprise as his red eyes wandered across the establishment. "This world's a lot more advanced than I gave it credit for."
A simple spell had long since dismissed the heavy black armor he normally wore. In its place was a loose white button shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, black trousers, and sturdy boots. The clothing was plain—almost modest—but it somehow only emphasized his delicate appearance. His snow-white hair remained gathered into its familiar starburst bun, framing features so soft and refined that, despite sitting quietly in an ordinary café, more than one patron had mistaken him for a young noblewoman at first glance.
