Chapter 76.1 - No title

In the office without many ornaments, a lone figure sat in front of the desk. Any type of silk did not cover her slender pale arms, yet her clothes resembled a young lady's from slightly retro times.

As Mistress Miriam delicately moved her slender fingers across the desk, tiny sprinkles of frost formed and danced around her fingertips, reflecting the dim light filtering through the room. Her expression was a mixture of gloom and serenity; her thoughts were weighed down by a burden unseen to others.

"It is getting worse," she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible above the soft rustle of frost.

Just then, the door swung open, breaking the quiet of the room. A young maid, dressed in the customary attire of the household, entered with a sense of urgency.