"Lady Tilly!"
Following Nightingale into the Lord's Castle, Princess Tilly had never expected Sylvie to be the first person to greet her. Sylvie ran happily to her, half bowing. She eagerly rose to hug her as she said, "You're here so early. It's still autumn."
"There's not much difference from winter." Tilly laughed. "Where are your other sisters?"
"Lotus is building houses for the refugees. Evelyn and Candle should still be in the industrial zone at this hour. Honey is training the carrier pigeons in the back garden." Sylvie ticked off the whereabouts of the witches on her fingers. "His Highness has sent someone to notify them."
"Don't worry. I think you'll see them soon." Tilly heard a somewhat familiar yet unacquainted voice from behind Sylvie.
Tilly raised her head and saw a gray-haired man smiling at her. His appearance had not changed much from that in her memory. However, his smile and manners gave her totally different feelings.
