The snowfield at the entrance to the Land of Eternal Night was quiet and vast, like an untouched corner of the world.
The Snowy Plains Underworld Deer's antlers were tall and beautiful, crystal-clear like ice sculptures, and radiated a faint glow.
"Hey, are you rich?"
After noting down Lanchi's requirements, Sigrid suddenly asked him that, putting away her pen and notebook with one hand.
The sleigh left a clear trail across the snow, accompanied by the Underworld Deer's running and the faint scraping of the sleigh's runners.
She rested one hand on the back of the seat and turned around to size up Lanchi.
It was rare to see such an important figure who could make his attendants so deferential. The person who seemed to be his secretary earlier had looked utterly terrified.
Although she knew little about Jerusalem's upper society, she felt that this customer was a powerful noble she normally would not have the chance to meet.
"More or less. But if I want to make money, it should come pretty quickly."
Lanchi answered.
He did not mind having someone to chat with on the road. Traveling with Sigrid was much more enjoyable than traveling with Tata, much as traveling with Sid had been.
Of course, staying with Tata now had its own unique pleasures.
"Still, could you hold the reins with both hands and watch the road ahead?"
He raised a hand and pointed forward.
Hearing that, Sigrid turned her head back for the moment, but only halfway.
"What do you do?"
Sigrid asked again.
"I'm a painter. I also know a little about sculpture and landscape design."
Lanchi felt somewhat helpless. Seeing that this seemed to be Sigrid's usual driving style and that he could not change it in an instant, he figured he would simply