In the dark midnight, thick clouds constantly hid the moonlight, while the stars in the night sky flickered with dim light.
The hoofbeats of the nether deer pulling the sleigh sounded especially clear across the silent snowy plains, as if they were striking a pitch-black drumbeat.
"Today might be my eleventh birthday."
Sigrid tilted her head toward the moon. Her purple eyes reflected its pure, bright light, as if she had thought of something.
Aside from when she had been very young, when her parents were still alive, she had celebrated proper birthdays. Later, even she had gradually forgotten about her birthday.
It had definitely passed midnight by now. It might already be three or four in the morning.
It was certainly a new day.
"Oh?"
Lanchi blinked in surprise.
A child's birthday was an extremely important occasion. It absolutely could not be ignored.
But the two of them had already left the city, so there was no way to buy Sigrid a cake and presents to celebrate.
"Do you have any wishes?"
Lanchi leaned forward slightly and asked.
Since he could not celebrate her birthday right away, he might as well ask what she wished for.
After all, the essence of a celebration was to make the other person happy.
Sigrid leaned against the back of the sleigh seat, her expression unchanged.
She thought for a long time.
Only to discover that there was nothing specific she wanted.
Finally.
"I hope there will never be anyone else like me in this world."
She spoke softly, a wisp of white mist rising from her lips.
"May everyone live in prosperous times."
"With enough food and clothing, living carefree lives and doing whatever they want."
Her gentle tone showed that she understood perfectly well this was a dream destined to be