บท 92: Heroine's Power

"~~~~~♪"

Inside the intermittently shaking carriage, Maris cheerfully hummed a tune. Her soft voice blended with the gentle rocking of the carriage, creating an atmosphere of peace that seemed to make time slow down.

Maris sat opposite Lucan, her bright eyes filled with joy as she looked at him. She wore a simple, yet elegant dress, the fabric catching the light in a way that made her seem to glow from within. The subtle floral pattern of the dress seemed to mirror the gentle energy she exuded.

"You're in a good mood, Maris," Lucan observed, He leaned back against the plush seat, the cushions offering a soft respite from the hard travel. He wore his usual traveling attire—a well-fitted tunic and trousers, made of durable material that still managed to look refined.