"Winterfell City.
As Count Evan walked into the dining room in the dim sunlight of dawn, he saw Sallya had finished breakfast and was wiping her mouth.
"Good morning, Sallya, why are you so formally dressed today?"
Sallya was wearing a red, off-the-shoulder gown today, with her hair piled high and a string of sapphires around her slender, fair neck, looking elegant, glamorous, and captivating.
She gave Count Evan a slight smile and said, "Good morning, Evan. I'm planning to visit Duke St. Hilde at Lion Roar Castle today."
A faint frown crossed Count Evan's brow.
Seeing this, Sallya quickly said, "I know you don't want to trouble the St. Hilde family, but I'm tired of searching aimlessly. After all, this is the North Territory, and without the help of the St. Hilde family, we can never find our father's whereabouts."
Count Evan sat down by the long table where a rich breakfast was already laid out. He casually tied a napkin around his neck and said with a smile:
