In the capital of Velys, Princess Iris Kroyd of Kingdom of Velys, wearing an expensive velvet robe, walked through a certain noble residence.
"Your Highness Iris, Lord Albert is in the front hall. Shall I escort you there?"
"Mm, lead the way."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Following the servant's pace, the Princess of Velys, wearing gray-brown thigh-high boots, stepped slightly, almost soundlessly, her deep violet eyes clouded with faint worry.
With the arrival of the cold wave, the joint plan between the Church of Light and Kingdom of Velys to invade the Valeria Empire had now completely collapsed. All the enormous wealth invested in the early stages of the war had disappeared into nothing, not even a single shred of benefit gained.
