Indulgent

Gloria finished combing Ren's hair and smiled with a festive, blushing face while braiding the corners of her hair. "The women in this castle are green with envy, Milady. No matter how much I try to simplify you, you still shine like the moon on a cloudless night."

This maid was genuinely humble, otherwise, she would say it was just flattery, but she was constantly throwing pleasantries at her to give her confidence, but Ren grew more uncomfortable. She had long learned that beauty alone held no weight, no real worth. Nothing could change the fact that she was good up to no avail. So currently, without the magic blocker, they could consider her dangerous. She might hurt someone unintentionally, having no clue how to control her magic.

And yet, there was a constant reminder in her mind, a voice that told– her magic, the force that coiled within her like a silent fire beneath ash, might flare at any time and burn. Uncontrolled, raw, and unpredictable.