The cold river wind blew from south to north, propelling the sails of the Natural Ship as it swiftly sailed along the Vimur River.
Due to the Elf Forest's consistently higher average temperature compared to other regions, each winter, monsoons blow from the relatively cooler Fertile Plain towards the Elf Forest, creating a rare south wind over the Vimur River during winter.
Sofia stood at the bow, her expression relaxed and expectant. She occasionally gazed at the shimmering silver river surface in the distance and sometimes closed her eyes to enjoy the cool breeze blowing on her, as happy as a bird freed from its cage.
Until a familiar voice pulled her attention back:
"In a good mood, Miss Viscount."
It was Dema.
Seeing that annoying handsome face, the half-elf girl's expression immediately turned indifferent.
However, just as she was about to switch to sarcasm mode, Dema hastily waved his hand:
"No, no... don't scold, I came to give you something."
