"Hi~! Ophelia dear, I'm coming in!"
Inside the castle of ice and snow, Ophelia sat in a chair in her room, her expression dark as she pondered something. Then, all of a sudden, she heard what was probably meant to be a greeting.
"You..."
She raised her head and looked toward the door.
The bizarre woman in military green—Koyanskaya—stood smiling sweetly in the doorway to her room, looking at her teasingly.
What an unpleasant look.
"Oh my, what a dazzling princess's bedchamber. Even amid all this ice and snow, there's such a fragrant scent in here."
"What's wrong, Ophelia dear? Am I not welcome?"
Without waiting for an answer, she walked into Ophelia's room and stopped beside her bookshelf.
Ophelia's room was a marvelous space made almost entirely of crystal resembling ice and snow. Though it looked cold, it was actually maintained at a subtle constant temperature.
Lostbelts were incredibly dangerous places. Every single one of them was the same.
"Weren't you supposed to have left?"
Ophelia frowned at the Servant who absolutely had to be kept under watch.
Koyanskaya, Kirei Kotomine, and Ruslan.
Even if those three Servants truly stood on their side, they still needed to be watched carefully.
"Mm-hm. Well, we can talk about that later. Can I have a little of this?"
She smiled, took a bottle of vodka from Ophelia's cabinet, and gave it a little shake in her direction.
Ophelia's brows drew together slightly as she stared at her without saying a word.
"What? Do you mind me drinking while I work? It's fine."
"It's just as cold here as it is in Russia. If you don't have a little drink to warm yourself up, it can get pretty unbearable."
"After all, not everyone can win the favor of the Lostbelt King like you