Walking through the thick fog, Mikhail shuddered slightly from a sudden chill.

“…”

The faint moonlight shimmered like a mirage over the village, which seemed unusually eerie.

As she entered the village, Mikhail muttered to herself, tilting her head. ‘Was there always a village here…?’ she wondered. More precisely, the thought that crossed her mind was, ‘Was there always a road like this?’

‘…’

Pondering whether she had taken a different path than usual, Mikhail shook her head with a wry smile. The coachman, who was much more familiar with the roads than she was, surely knew better.

‘…’

Suppressing …