It was not long before the carriage started to march towards the capital. Seeing the shadow of the trees outside through the black window, Eisherz was reminded of a certain time of day.
"It's already noon. The intensity of the ambush really made me forget my sense of time. How about having lunch with us then continuing our discussion later?"
"Well, if the lady herself insist…"
"Good. Estella."
"I understand, Milady." The woman, besides Eisherz and her lady's maid, Estella, finally opened her mouth since Michael stepped in the carriage.
Estella is a woman in her late twenties. Her long black hair tied in a French twist and her sharp and cold gaze added to the unwavering seriousness of her expressionless face. Along with her orthodox maid uniform, she was like the strict matron of a girl's dormitory.