Spring Breeze

The sun was shining brightly, but the wind was piercingly cold—a full-on winter morning.

A girl with auburn hair stood in a corner of the central square, looking troubled.

She didn’t like how passersby’s gazes lingered on her.

As if she couldn’t manage her flowing skirt, she kept fussing with the hem of her clothes.

Her hair was neatly pinned up, and her pristine white coat stood out against the water-blue dress beneath it.

Dressed so flamboyantly, it was only natural that the townspeople’s eyes would be drawn to her.

If those gazes had belonged to subordinates or enemies, she would have gladly adopted the attitude appropriate to the occasion.

But this wasn’t Lanchain, where the knights’ trials were held, nor was it the front lines, teeming with monsters.

Ivar hurried out of the luxurious restaurant in front of her and bowed politely.

“Sir Lise, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. They say our table is ready, so please come inside.”...