The carriage heading back to Hamel.

As I loaded the luggage onto the carriage, I let out a relaxed sigh, marking the end of our northern journey.

When we came, our bags were empty, but now they were filled with souvenirs, dancing at the tips of our fingers. Money is indeed good.

But there was one problem.

“Lady.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t just sit there, help me a bit.”

The problem was the lady just sitting there.

Lady Perrie, sitting in the first-class carriage, didn’t seem to have any intention of helping, just sitting comfortably.

With James’ dried meat in her mouth, …