The carriage moved again.
This time, there was a figure quietly watching them disappear into the distance on the grassland.
Grace's silver hair was blown apart by the wind, and she bowed her head in prayer:
"Merciful God of Glory and Justice, your follower sincerely prays to you, please bless them with smooth sailing!"
Miss Alice and Mr. William are both good people.
Of course, Mr. Caesar too.
But why does it always feel like Mr. Caesar doesn't quite like her?
...
In the carriage.
"Achoo~"
Louis sneezed loudly.
"Caught a cold? Influenza is prevalent at this time."
Alice poked her head out and asked.
Sitting next to the coachman, Louis waved his hand: "It's just the wind outside the carriage is a bit strong."
Alice scratched her head: "Don't be stubborn, if you really feel cold, come inside."
"No, I want to check the surrounding situation a bit more."
Alice smiled: "You don't seem to like that child very much."
Louis knew she was referring to Grace.
