In the bustling capital, a beaming Isao reveled in the novel experience of riding an open carriage, her vibrant eyes wide with wonder at the sights unfolding before her. The gentle sway of the vehicle and the rhythmic clip-clop of horses' hooves created a soothing melody that only heightened her elation.

"It's so exhilarating, Brothers!" Isao exclaimed; her youthful enthusiasm unabashed. Her brothers, Ali and Kite, exchanged amused glances, well-acquainted with their sister's effervescent nature.

"Please, settle down, Isao." Kite advised with a fond smile, though his tone lacked real sternness. "It's your first time, yes, but we want you to enjoy it safely."

Ali, ever the peacemaker, stepped in to mediate. "Cut her some slack, Brother. It's a big deal for our little sister to explore the capital for the first time."

Isao bounced with uncontainable enthusiasm, her lavender eyes sparkling with wonder as she took in the sights and sounds of the bustling capital. Towering buildings of stone and wood rose above the narrow streets, their intricate designs a testament to the craftsmanship of the dwarves. "Lovely!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying on the wind. "I've never seen so many people in one place before. And the smells!" She inhaled deeply, relishing the aroma of freshly baked bread wafting from a nearby bakery. "It's overwhelming, but it smells really delicious!"

Kite and Ali exchanged amused glances, used to their little sister's exuberance. "Just try to contain yourself, okay?" Kite advised, chuckling. "Not everyone shares your enthusiasm for... everything."

Isao grinned impishly, unfazed by her brother's gentle reprimand. "Can't help it, Brother! Life's too short to be dull, don't you think?" As the carriage rolled through the capital's streets, Isao's gaze swept over the admiring looks of boys around her age and some older, drawn to her radiant presence like moths to a flame. Her ethereal beauty, reminiscent of her illustrious past as a celebrated model and warrior, left onlookers entranced—the very embodiment of elegance, gentleness, and power.

With a playful flourish, Isao winked at her admirers and extended a dainty hand in a languid wave, her smile a mesmerizing blend of seduction and mischief. The sight sent whispers rippling through the crowd, speculating about the identity of this captivating young woman who so effortlessly commanded attention. Isao's playful antics in the carriage did not go unnoticed by the young men ogling her from the streets. Their gazes lingered on her as she flirtatiously waved and winked, clearly enjoying the attention. Among the crowd, a tall, dark-haired youth stepped forward, his piercing emerald eyes locked onto Isao with an intensity that bordered on obsession. His name was Bartolomeo, a 17-year-old skilled swordsman from a respected family, known for his arrogance and condescending attitude towards those he deemed inferior.

Bartolomeo's gaze roamed over Isao's form, taking in every curve and angle with a hungry appraisal. "Look at her, flaunting herself like a cheap harlot." he sneered to his companions. "I'll show her what real power looks like."

With a smirk, Bartolomeo started making his way through the throng, his steps purposeful and confident, determined to claim Isao's attention for himself. Isao's momentary distraction proved costly as a Bartolomeo emerged from the throng, intent on catching her unaware. Bartolomeo's grasp was mere inches from the startled girl when a swift blow from a wooden stick struck him squarely in the face, sending him stumbling back.

Startled, Isao turned to behold the culprit—a girl approximately her age, with chestnut locks and earthy brown eyes that gleamed with an air of detachment. "Hey, moron! What gave you the idea to grope the girl in the carriage?" the brown-haired interloper demanded, her tone flat yet commanding. Despite her brazenness, there was an undercurrent of vulnerability in the girl's demeanor, a quality that belied her tough exterior. Her bold actions, though misguided, stemmed from a deep-seated need to protect others from predators like Bartolomeo.