Chapter 287: Distress (1)
“Why am I here too…?” Inside the moving carriage, Beatrix asked that question.
She wasn’t joking. Her plan during this holiday was to go back to her house, the Kilgore March, and spend her time there, free of any kinds of worry.
As someone who was always swamped with a heavy workload, she wanted nothing else but a break.
Being suddenly summoned and dragged by her best friend to the Kendride Margraviate wasn’t something that was ever included in her plan.
Especially considering that she’d rather not go to a village that was so cold that it felt like the cold was cutting through one’s skin.
“You know that I hate the cold, don’t you?! I just can’t think properly when it’s cold—!”
“I need a strategist, Beatrix. You are a talent who suits such a position the best among the people I know.”
“…”
“Originally, such a position befits Dowd the most, but seeing that he is my current goal, I have no other choice.”