What Could She Be Thinking? (94)

A few days after leaving the capital.

The scenery around us had finally begun to change.

Trees with broad leaves rarely seen in the North, grass grown up to waist height, oddly shaped wildflowers, and even the sky, which was still bright despite the late hour.

“Wow.”

“The days are so long here.”

“Hehe.”

I smiled softly as I watched the maid and manservant marvel at the view outside the window.

Even I, who’d experienced a similar climate in my previous life, found it fascinating after so long. I wondered how amazing it must seem to people who’d lived in the North their whole lives.

At the same time, it had gotten so hot that I could feel it even with the magic tool running.

To give you an idea…...