"Madam, it's windy outside, we should head back soon.",
The maid tugged Lady Yelina's arm, only to find that she didn't turn around but went a few steps further.
"Madam..."
The maid, helpless, had no choice but to follow Lady Yelina, who had become unusually stubborn, and continue forward.
The sunset had dipped below the horizon, casting only brilliant twilight hues on the western sky.
The north wind howled by, intensifying the chilliness.
Yet, Lady Yelina resolutely came to the secluded turret located at the northwest corner of Lion Roar Castle, staring at the building overrun with ivy. Tears filled her eyes.
She stood there for a long time before attempting to push open the turret door.
Whether due to the disrepair from ages of neglect, or the lack of strength from the old lady, the door didn't budge.
The maid was frowning, about to dissuade when she suddenly noticed a hand coming out from behind and pressing on the wooden door.
Creak--
