Not the Greeting She Expected

A letter had been sent to the Duke's Tower the day of her grandmother's death, telling the knights that she would soon return to them. It became Irene's driving force to return. She couldn't disappoint the knights more than she already had by leaving for such a long time, so shortly after she was appointed the third in command.

It felt like time, at that moment more than ever, to take it seriously. Her desire to become the greatest had not waned. 

However, it seemed like a bad omen that the day she was set to leave, the mountains surrounding Chemois were starting to accumulate snow again. Occasionally, they would have variable and unpredictable weather like that. All it did was remind her that she was no longer in the far north, where small cycles of weather happened constantly, but at least they were predictable.