The Snowfield at the entrance to the Land of Perpetual Night was serene and vast, seemingly an untouched corner of the world.
The antlers of the Mystical Deer on the snowfield were tall and beautiful, crystal clear like ice sculptures, emitting a faint glow.
"Hey, are you very rich?"
After noting down Lanci's request, Siegler suddenly asked, tucking away the pen and notebook with one hand.
The sled left a clear track on the snowy ground, accompanied by the sound of the Mystical Deer's gallop and the subtle slide of the sled.
She rested a hand on the backrest and looked back at Lanci.
It was rare to see such a distinguished figure who could make an attendant so respectful. The one who seemed to be his secretary just now had been utterly panicked.
Although she was unfamiliar with the upper echelons of Hershalraym, she felt that this customer was a personage of rank that she didn't usually come across.
