A day had passed.

The night faded, the sun rose, and now it was just past noon.
Yuri, accompanied by her escort, was leaving the lodgings provided by the trading company, heading to the promised meeting place.

It wasn’t a particularly long distance.

Even so, Yuri’s expression was far from pleasant.
Her face was shadowed with a deep gloom.

She seemed utterly fatigued, as if she hadn’t slept at all.

“Phew…”

A sigh escaped her lips.
She had spent the night awake, devising a plan.

How could she change the Crimson Feather's mind?
She had devoted …