I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess

Chapter 3: The Shabby Cabin

It seemed she was really thirsty.

Sirien gulped down the water eagerly, perhaps the dust had made her throat dry.

Only after drinking her fill did she let out a refreshed sigh, breathing out deeply.

Sirien’s hair fluttered in the wind, the piled snow shimmering in the sunlight, and her long, silvery hair sparkled once more under its glow.

Her red eyes captured the surroundings – the vast expanse of the snowfield and the forest, under a cloudless, clear sky.

Her gaze finally settled on me, her head tilting slightly in curiosity.

“Why are you helping, though?”

“What do you mean? Are you talking about helping Hena?”