The woman looked about thirty years old, but there wasn't a wrinkle on her face. There was a small scar from a burn near her left eye, but it didn't affect her... beauty?
Were those well-defined features something that could be called beautiful?
Could a woman be described as beautiful, rather than hardworking, brave, righteous, or strong?
In Kalem's impression, the word beautiful was far off from the Frost Plated women with shaved heads, muscular bodies, slightly short stature, who stand up against difficulties and never throw problems at men.
So he instinctively asked:
"Are you a foreigner?"
"No, I'm Frost Plated, but I wasn't born from an artificial womb."
"What do you mean?" Kalem was stunned for a moment before he realized: "You're saying you're a naturally born Frost Plated? But naturally born people are at least 45 years old. You don't look it at all."
"Yes, I'm not just 45; in fact, I'm already 58. I just have a youthful appearance."
