"Brando, should I let Roman..."
"No, no need, Freya, I'm already used to it. Let her be happy, she knows her limits—oh, just help me keep an eye out to prevent her from bumping her forehead and coming to me crying."
This conversation takes place in the lush avenues of the Glass Forest, where a long convoy moves through scattered patches of sunlight; knights cloaked in gold and red armor march in orderly fashion—except one. The Merchant Lady dons shining battle armor, haphazardly runs around the convoy with the Sky Blue Spear, shouting without any semblance of image.
It's her second time this week doing this; fortunately, the knights are accustomed to this 'lovable' 'Countess'; as long as they stay far away, at least they won't be knocked over. Even if she's confused, the Merchant Lady surely won't crash into the carriage, right?
