Sigrid Reconciled with the Map

The snow that fell through the night was tranquil and vast, perhaps covering an untouched corner of this world.

The Snowy Plains Underworld Deer's tall, beautiful antlers were crystal-clear like ice sculptures, cleaving through the white velvet-like curtain of snow.

The deer carriage gradually slowed to a stop. After Lanchi and Sigrid switched places, they settled into each other's original seats.

The instant Lanchi took hold of the reins, his sense of security returned in full.

During that month or so in the northern snowfields of the Protos Empire on the Northern Continent, he really had to be the one in charge of navigation, or they would stray from the path.

"By the way, want a couple of sips?"

Sigrid had just taken her seat in the rear when she pulled a Leather Wine Bag from the storage compartment, twisted it open with one hand, and held it forward.

Lanchi's eyes widened.

"Didn't I tell you more than ten years ago that you can't drink while driving? Not even a little. Safe travel begins in the heart, and refusing to drink and drive must be put into practice."

He immediately leaned back slightly and spoke to Sigrid in the rear.

"I didn't drink."

Sigrid answered calmly.

"..."

"I mean, you can't let me drink either."

Lanchi was rendered speechless for a moment. He felt that Sigrid's logic had thoroughly ground him into the dirt.

"But this is an open snowfield, which is technically considered 'No Man's Land.' In extremely harsh natural conditions, drinking a little to warm yourself is necessary. Moreover, according to the laws of the Holy Plant Religious Nation, this is a non-mana-powered vehicle, so it actually falls outside the restrictions. Besides, even if you're driving normally, there's no need to make emergency evasive maneuvers when you encounter