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What caught my attention more than Perist was the doll she held. Its clothes, hair, and skin looked so lifelike that, except for its short limbs, it could easily pass for a human.
Maybe it's a bisque doll. Or one of those articulated ones. I think that's what they're called. Is that supposed to be cute? I wasn't trying to criticize someone's taste, but it looked like something forgotten in a gloomy, abandoned house.
The doll's outfit and accessories were finely made, clearly crafted from expensive materials, yet I felt no desire to take it home. In terms of craftsmanship and finish, the Iron-Blooded Lord and Leone puppets Alderson had created were far superior.
The doll in Perist's arms unsettled me. It looked like a crude imitation of a human being. Its eyes were open, but the black and white reversed, which made it even more disturbing.
I want to gouge out those eyes... Beyond the doll, Perist's personality was a bit much, and I hoped she would leave with Seren soon.
Without the slightest hesitation, Perist approached our table and sat across from me. She stared at me with eyes identical to Glenn's and gave a faint smile. "I heard the Badnikers are known for their rare black hair and bewitching purple eyes, but your hair is a little unusual."
"The blood from my mother's side is stronger," I replied.
"I see. I thought you dyed it, but that's not the case," she said.
Dyed it? I glanced at Perist. Her hair was pitch black. Those with imperial blood...
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