Night had fallen once again on Anastasia's walled region.
However, the current four denizens of this region had not yet retired to rest—quite wide awake—not just from the surprising news of their very first visitor to this desolate land...
But also…
Two of them had spent almost all day sleeping through it—missing out not just on breakfast and lunch, but even their duty as supposed 'loyal servants' of Lady Anastasia.
And now, all four of them had gathered in the central firepit...
With those two 'slackers' being thoroughly scolded by their mistress.
Under the dim light of the campfire, two figures knelt before Anastasia—heads bowed low, faces heavy with shame.
The knight, Martha, and the maid, Bella, both wore expressions that could only be described as defeated, their usual liveliness nowhere to be found.
And looming over them was their mistress—Anastasia.
