‘I was told our destination is where that camp was. Where I first came into this world.’

The place where she was dragged as a prisoner, made to kneel before the Great Ice Wall Duke, where all of this began.

‘I wonder if the potato field is still there? The women who took care of it?’

She was curious… and yes, she was hopeful too.

Various memories from the moment she first fell into this world came to mind, and Brody became lost in contemplation again.

But her deep thoughts gradually faded into the bountiful time and serene scenery.

The repeated images of falling snowflakes and the rhythmic sound of the carriage wheels.

A continuous sequence of boredom, except for the occasional rubbing of her cold fingers.

What broke that silent repetition was none other than the princess.

‘…’

Princess?

For a moment, Brody thought she had fallen asleep.

It must be a dream. Otherwise, how could the princess be in my carriage right now?

Brody slowly blinked her heavy eyes and looked at the brightly seated princess.

As it was a dream, she took the time to admire the woman’s beautiful features.

She looked like someone who could be called Aphrodite.

Flowing, glamorous blonde hair and elegant arched eyebrows.

Long eyelashes casting shadows, and clear eye lines.

A sculpted nose as if made with utmost care.

Lips with a healthy sheen, slightly smiling at the corners.

A round forehead and smooth facial contours. Skin so taut and glossy, it seemed like raindrops would slide right off.

The expression on her beautifully seated figure suddenly brightened, and she burst into a cheerful smile. Then, she moved those picture-perfect lips and uttered bright and elegant words.

The whole scene felt so beautiful it was surreal.

“Hehe, you really don’t disappoint, Lady Brody. How are you not even flustered?”

What does she mean? Why should I be flustered if I know it’s a dream?

As she tilted her head in confusion, the princess moved next to Brody and sat down.

The scene felt so vivid that Brody’s heart began to race.

Mila calmly took a crossbow from her lap.

She pulled back the bowstring, aimed forward, and said,

“Quiet. Otherwise, I’ll shoot the carriage driver.”
Brody couldn’t quite grasp the reality as the Princess spoke in such a soft and kind voice.

‘Let’s act as if it’s not a dream. It might not be.’

Brody made an effort to organize her thoughts and looked again at the princess before her.

“Princess?”

Maila squinted one eye and smiled, as if she was seeing something fascinating.

“You don’t even address me as ‘Your Highness.'”

“Ah, yes, Your Highness.”

“Actually, it doesn’t matter. I would like it if you just call me Maila. I will do the same.”

“Maila….”

Brody muttered, trying to think, and observed the princess in the meantime.

She looked somewhat like a hologram, shimmering and sparkling.

‘It can’t be a hologram in this world, so it must be magic.’

That meant she wasn’t physically there.

‘Well, if she were, she would have controlled my body by now, wouldn’t she?’

Maybe it was because she first thought it was a dream or maybe because of Maila’s unique personality, but Brody managed to remain calm.

Brody casually opened her mouth again.

“Your Highness.”

The princess frowned as if she was disappointed.

“It’s ‘Maila.'”

Brody lowered her head. What did it matter how she addressed her? She didn’t plan to get entangled with her in the future anyway. So Brody asked the question she needed to.

“Do you actually have the capability to shoot that arrow, considering you’re not really here?”

The princess opened her eyes wide, genuinely surprised.

How does a beauty manage to make even widening her eyes look artistic?

Unintentionally, Brody found herself staring at Maila’s beauty.

Maila seemed surprised, but not displeased.

“You really are special, Brody. Yes, you’re correct. I’m not physically here.”

Saying this, Maila laughed gently. Her radiant, curly hair and smooth, glowing skin seemed almost to drip with honey.

Maila continued in her harmless-sounding voice.

“But I can send objects. For example,”

Whoosh.

Without holding a crossbow, Maila’s hand moved, throwing something shiny towards Brody.

Brody reflexively tried to catch it, but feeling something odd, quickly withdrew her hand.

The shining object fell onto her skirt.

“Like that, Brody, it can go to you.”

Brody briefly looked down at her knees.

Indeed, the object that landed on her skirt was not an illusion. She could slightly feel its weight, and it even made a wrinkle on her skirt.

‘What is this?’

As Brody looked at Maila with puzzled eyes, she kindly responded as if she had been waiting for it.

“It’s a teleportation stone. You can’t go just anywhere; there are designated exit gates. Specifically, to my chamber in the royal palace.”

The royal chamber? Brody furrowed her brow at the sudden teleportation stone.

“Why are you giving me this?”

The princess wore a sullen expression as if hurt by Brody’s cold demeanor.

Her innocent expression made Brody unknowingly feel guilty for disappointing her.

“I’m full of goodwill towards you. Really, if I had known you first, I never would have sent you to assassinate in the northern barracks.”

One of Brody’s eyebrows arched upward.