When Frey dismounted from the gryphon, her face was already filled with exhaustion.
"Phew... seriously, why on earth do I have to do this kind of thing..."
After bidding farewell to the gryphon's handler with a smile akin to a holy woman's, Frey muttered complaints under her breath. As a princess, she should have been gracefully residing in the royal palace, enjoying a comfortable life, not patrolling this icy and ghostly place to maintain her image...
"Hard work, sister dear."
Hearing the voice that sounded as cute as a young beast from behind, Frey's body stiffened involuntarily, but she still turned around to see Princess Noren standing behind her, smiling.
"...Is there something you want?"
"Oh? Is this what an older sister should say to a younger sister who came specially to greet her out of concern?"
Though Frey's voice was somewhat low, Noren seemed unfazed, merely smiling as she looked at her.
"Sister, did you go on patrol? How did it go?"
