"There's nothing else, Senior Sister Nime."
Nime smiled, but quickly became serious: "Be careful lately, that kid has started to act restless again. But they're doing it rather covertly this time, and I still haven't caught them red-handed—"
Frey lifted her head, looking at her with some concern.
"It's okay," the black-haired female knight took a breath: "With me here, just be a bit cautious."
After speaking, she lifted her head to look at the disappearing carriage in the direction of the sky. The northern sky appeared somber, as if it was brewing a terrifying storm.
Would this storm arrive before the deep winter?
No one knew.
Nime knew only that the academy was beginning to grow anxious, and this last land of the kingdom might not be a haven but the center of a future gigantic whirlpool. As for the brief peace, it was but a false calm before the storm.
At least the girl knight understood that in the north, in Free Port Ambeser, an unseen war was about to unfold.
