"Is it tasty?"
North, Royal Court.
In a pastry shop not far from the South Gate within the city, the shop owner was eagerly yet anxiously watching a woman who was strikingly beautiful to the point of surrealism, asking once again: "Is it tasty? The pastries from our shop are the best in the whole Royal Court! Eat them while they're hot, eat them while they're hot!"
In Wildfire Territory, the sun blazed as battles burned the sky, while Northern Country remained a snow-white expanse.
Today, there were exceptionally many clouds, layered and floating out from the snow-capped mountains north of the Royal Court, turning into heavy snowfall.
Snow descended upon the Royal Court.
Along with the silent snowfall within the Royal Court, there was also the woman in the shop.
She seemed to have just emerged from the snow, like an elf, brimming with a dreamlike unreality, garbed in richly antique styled attire.
