The Shepherdapos;s C

A young woman, about twenty years old, dressed in a blue and white uniform, stood nervously and helplessly at the gate of a manor, clutching her wide-brimmed hat.,The old sprite stood nearly two meters tall, its hands behind its back like a ghostly silhouette of deadwood against the moon. Its straight and rigid spine, as solid as a pine, radiated immense power.,Not only that, but bright runes even lit up from within the otherwise unremarkable iron gate.。