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The bruises on her skin have faded away and she looked a bit refreshed, not her ghost-like appearance where she resembles a corpse most of the time.

Her silky black hair was long reaching her hips. They were as straight as an arrow moving softly with the humming breeze.

She was walking back and forth with an emotionless face. Her pace was calm and composed as if she was deep in thought. She was wearing one of Aurora's sundresses. Her eyes fixated on the ground. He also noticed that her slippers lay near the bench as she walked on the grass barefoot.

Hunter's mind went back to the scene where she provoked him deliberately and he shook his head. He didn't want to ponder on it more. There were more crucial matters to deal with.

Hunter still stood there watching her. She was small and fragile but he won't say the same for her mind. From what Hunter could gather Silvia was sharp, witty, and extremely clever. She ain't no damsel in distress.

The game she played on Hunter was competent.