The calmly flowing river water reflected the image of a girl with twintail white hair. Her gaze was intense as she looked at her own reflection.
But it wasn't just her own appearance she saw in that reflection; it was a memory from her past that made Miril clench her fists in anger.
She could clearly see the white-haired girl whose hair was so tangled and unkempt, so long it covered part of her extremely thin body as if she hadn't eaten for days.
A helpless little girl trapped in a cold iron cage, in a grand, luxurious room without a single source of light. No candles, no crystal lamps, no windows to let sunlight into the room, nothing.
Only thick darkness and a cold that pierced her ankles, shackled by iron chains.
Recalling that incident, Miril's teeth gritted and her eyebrows nearly met as her forehead furrowed with uncontrollable rage.
