On the border between the Kingdom of Velys and the Valeria Empire, an eternal cold wind blew across the frozen tundra, a desolate land rarely trodden by living beings, now the main battlefield between the two opposing forces.
"Knight-Captain Kales, how is the frontline situation?"
At the temporary base of the Kingdom of Velys, inside the Grand Cathedral camp fortified around the clock by countless light-elemental circles, a tall brunette woman in a pure black nun's robe and a thin, fringed white veil spoke softly.
Monica Angelis stood elegantly beneath the light, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed. Her thick legs were wrapped in pure white stockings, and on her feet were black high heels with silver laces crisscrossing over her delicate soles, accentuating the soft, smooth arch of her white-stockinged feet.
