In the wilderness, a train is cutting through the snow.
The massive snowplow attached to the heavy steam engine slices through the snow, pushing it to the sides of the tracks, clearing a path.
Inside the armored carriage, Perfikot is resting with her eyes closed.
This is a somewhat unusual move for her. Generally, she prefers to spend her time and energy on reading or research, rarely closing her eyes idly like this.
Even during leisure time, if she's not researching or reading, she would rather have afternoon tea than wait idly like she seems to be doing now.
"How far are we from Beloburg?" Perfikot suddenly opened her eyes, appearing somewhat impatient.
"At the current speed of the train, it will take about another hour to reach Beloburg," the old butler standing by Perfikot's side reported before offering, "Miss, should I urge the driver to speed up?"
