Castle de Aannis.
The morning light fell upon the castle, and early in the morning, Count de Aannis led the servants outside to greet the esteemed guests, even instructing the butler to meticulously clean the courtyard garden.
"Father."
"Are distinguished guests visiting today?" The speaker was a young girl, around thirteen or fourteen, with a hint of the warrior's determination on her face.
As the only daughter of Count de Aannis, Nalia received warrior training from a young age, now capable of easily flooring a grown man.
Count de Aannis smiled at his daughter, nodding: "Yes."
"Don't be rude later."
Before long.
