It was already past afternoon—almost evening—with the sun nearing the horizon as Anastasia and her three servants approached the upstart noblewoman's region… her home in this godforsaken land.
While Anastasia and Bella led the way, having remembered the simple downhill path between the Lady's region and the plateau—
Sebas and Martha followed closely behind… each carrying a heavy sack filled to the brim with feathers—mostly red feathers—of the bloodwings they had hunted down.
"...How in the world do these feathers weigh so much?" the knight grumbled to herself.
She was quite confused—and somewhat bewildered—that a whole bunch of feathers felt like she was carrying a giant boulder on her back.
"...Is it really that heavy, Martha?" Anastasia asked as she turned around to face her knight, who was showing a rather pained expression herself.
