The depression of the Young Lady.

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The carriage carrying Cale and Tasha ran smoothly. The streets of the capital were well-maintained and the ride was comfortable with almost no shaking. Tasha and Raon were talking about the party in the carriage, and it seemed like they were having a very happy time. Cale just listened to what they were saying, but it was a very peaceful conversation, as if there was no tale of the attack. Cale stopped listening to them and instead selected from his memory the image of the mansion's floor plan from Taylor had received that morning, and decided to think about the layout of the rooms.

When Cale spread the floor plan in his head and was about to think about it, the small window on the coachman's seat side opened with a crack. Ron's face, who was sitting next to the driver, appeared in the window and called out, "Young master," but his voice was unusually confused.

"Young master, we are almost at the mansion, but there is a figure ahead...." He paused. At this point in time, Cale quickly approached a nearby window. The road on which their carriage was running was the so-called "main street," a well-maintained road used by aristocrats and the butlers who served them. Everyone was using carriages, so there were no "pedestrians." Servants walked along the back road, and carts and other vehicles also walked along that road. So it was impossible for there to be a "walking figure" on this street right now.

The carriage's speed had obviously slowed down. Cale opened the curtains and slightly opened the window to look ahead. Then he quickly pulled away from the window and looked back at Ron. "Pick up it."

Ron replied briefly, "Yes," and closed the window on the coachman's seat side. The carriage's speed slowed even further. Cale relaxed and sat back in the seat with a thud. He closed his eyes, folded his arms, and frowned.

Tasha, who had been watching them, also approached the window. The window closed staying, she looked at the scenery diagonally ahead.

Tasha watched as the carriage approached the person and the person slowly turned around without panicking. She felt her eyes naturally widening in shock. "...Miss Katerina," Tasha's voice was stunned. And She now understood why Ron was in such an unbecoming mess. "Walking alone in a place like this..." Tasha lamented, and then time, the carriage stopped.

Katerina stopped next to the carriage. She seemed to confirm the family crest when she had turned around, and looked up at the carriage with a calm expression. Tasha looked down at her from the stopped carriage, but she couldn't find words. Then she felt movement behind her and turned around. Cale stood up from his seat with a frown on his face. When he met Tasha's eyes, he silently shook his chin. Tasha stepped back with her waist bent, settled in her seat, and took a deep breath.

"Human?" Raon tilted his head and called out to Cale, but he ignored Raon and approached the door. Raon looked back at Tasha, tilting his head at her with a confused look on his face. But Tasha could only shake her head at Raon.

Cale opened the carriage door himself. He looked down from his high vantage point, Katerina lifted her chin slightly and looked up at Cale. Just as Cale was about to open his mouth to speak, she said, "Hello, Lord Cale."

Cale closed his mouth for a moment. And he was a frown, he held out his hand to Katerina. "Please get in," Cale said, but Katerina tilted her head as if pondering.

At that moment, Cale noticed it seems a stone Katerina was holding with care in both hands.

-Cale, I sense something moving inside the stone.

A voice suddenly echoed in his head, making Cale tremble. It was the voice of the Super rock, one of the ancient powers. He muttered again.

-It seems to be the same as the phenomenon from a few days ago. There must be an earth spirit in that stone.