In the study room of the castle, the fire lightly flickered, casting a warm glow on a corner of the stone wall.
Outside the window was a street freshly after snowfall, where the commoners were methodically shoveling snow and tidying up, maintaining orderly conduct.
Thanks to thorough preparations, this winter was particularly calm, with almost no major incidents occurring.
Louis sat at the long table and finished the last report, exhaling a long breath.
During the winter, he usually remained in the study to work, no longer venturing out for inspections.
This was not merely because he was lazy but also because he knew the foundation he had laid was enough to sustain a peaceful winter.
At this moment, the door was gently pushed open.
Sif walked in, draped in a thick woolen cloak, with a smile in her eyes: "Would you like to take a look at the greenhouse? We've... cultivated something quite different."
She smiled mysteriously, her tone unconcealing a hint of playfulness.
