"Everything is normal, Your Highness."

After finalizing the deal with Elowen, Astrid left the Elizabeth Academy of Magic and returned to the palace.

She recorded the perfume's formula, preparation process, and aging method on several pieces of parchment, awaiting the Earl Tristian to arrange for mass production.

In the evening, Astrid, having completed her tasks, strolled leisurely toward her dormitory.

As she passed the garden, she heard the faint sound of a sword slicing through the air, causing her crimson eyes to narrow slightly.

Only two people besides her had access to practice swordsmanship in the private garden: Elise or Lyra.

Weren't they supposed to be on their afternoon break?

As she drew closer, Astrid spotted a slender, pink-haired maid standing in the clearing.

Lyra held her cherished village sword, her arms raised lightly as she executed precise slashes through the air.

Despite the half-day holiday, the two maids hadn't indulged in much relaxation.