Clack, clack, clack.
A small carriage approached the foothills of Mount Suncrest.
Unlike the grand, imposing carriages of the Akrest Clan, this one was modest.
Its white, serene color and soft curves gave it a simple yet elegant charm.
Its small size added a quiet dignity to its design.
"We're almost there, young miss," came a voice from the front.
"I told you not to call me 'young miss,' Caleb."
"Haha, I've been calling you that since you were six and I was thirty. Old habits die hard."
"…And what does that have to do with anything?"
From beyond the thin birch blinds, a cheerful yet refined voice responded.
Even when pouting, her noble demeanor was unmistakable.
"Still, it's fortunate we didn't encounter any bandits on the way. Or should I say, unfortunate?"
"Were you hoping for a fight?"
"Honestly, I was curious to see how strong your martial arts are, considering my father speaks so highly of you."
