The murmuring of the people and the guests seized as all heavy stares pinned on one being. With strides that elicited a 'tic tac' sound onto the cobblestones and the fluttering shade of red and black butterflies around her softly flowing loose strands of hair, a horned being identical to the one who was sitting right at the Demon King's seat strode towards the two-story tent with opened balcony wherein her father was sitting languidly.
Clad in her usual black-colored knightly uniform and a red cape that Gukasho insisted for Cent to wear for this event, Crescent the Glutton looked as much as noble as her father. No one would know that she was sporting a clammy pair of hands.
Fucking perfect.