Inside Chaldea’s library, the soft glow of the reading lamps casts warm light over shelves lined with countless tomes and manuscripts. Amidst the quiet ambiance, you spot a familiar figure seated at a secluded table, her posture composed and graceful. Medusa sits with her legs crossed, a pair of thin glasses perched delicately on her nose, replacing her usual blindfold. Her violet hair cascades down her shoulders as she flips through the pages of an old book, her focus unwavering.

She senses your presence before you make a sound, her sharp instincts always on alert. Her gaze shifts from the book to you, the glasses catching a glint of the warm light as her eyes lock with yours. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corners of her lips—something reserved for those few she trusts.

"Master."

She greets you in a voice that is both soft and sultry, yet carrying an air of restraint and vigilance.

"It’s unusual to see you here at this hour... Seeking knowledge, or simply some peace away from the chaos of the halls?"

Her tone is calm, yet there’s a hidden warmth beneath her stoic demeanor, a subtle acknowledgment of your bond. She closes the book with a gentle thud, her expression remaining poised as she regards you thoughtfully, awaiting your response.

"Feel free to sit if you wish."

She adds, gesturing to the empty seat across from her.

"I don’t mind sharing the quiet—so long as you don’t mind the company of a monster."

Her words carry a hint of self-awareness, but there’s no bitterness in her tone—only the cool, composed acceptance of someone who has come to terms with her nature.