The year 2113.
July.
Blazing summer.
Pandraguang Castle.
Little Mirien wrapped her chest with puffy white bandages and went into battle lightly.
She was diligently reviewing the teachings of her "teacher."
After the guidance, she realized she had been practicing in the wrong direction all along, and now she was finally back on track.
Even in the high temperatures, Big Millien wore black clothing and a mask. Aside from pointing out Little Mirien's mistakes, she never said anything more.
At this moment.
Milien turned her head, looked outside, hesitated not even a moment, and leapt out of the castle, stepping on the high castle walls.
The girl, drenched in sweat, wiped her forehead and glanced at the spot where the teacher vanished, pouting.
This teacher was good in every way but was mysterious and peculiar, and often there was a pleasant aroma emanating from her. She couldn't describe the smell, but it always smelled exceptionally fragrant, making her hungry quickly.
