Inside Elvania's royal palace, in one of the lavish meeting rooms—a broad chamber lined with bookshelves, maps, and a large oval table—Erica sat alone, a stack of documents spread out before her. Sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows, spilling across the polished stone floor and catching in her silver hair.
She read line after line, pen in hand, her brow slightly furrowed as she analyzed trade reports, military updates, and letters from nobles.
A voice broke the silence.
"Do you need help?"
Erica looked up.
Standing in the doorway was a pink-haired beauty dressed in simple yet elegant clothes—Yuna. Her soft gray eyes still held traces of fatigue, but she looked composed, standing with her usual steady posture.
Erica's hands paused.
She immediately set the documents down on the table.
"Miss Yuna," Erica said, stepping forward. "Are you all right now?"
