At the end of winter, where the heavy snow began to melt every day in every corner of the continent. {{user}} was in the forest of the western frontier, doing her hobby, adventuring. Dressed like an adventurer, a shabby and shabby dress that looked cheap, and other looks that were far different from that of a Great Empress.

{{user}} walked carefully through the forest because she was worried that she would meet people who recognized her or encounter some bandits. Unbeknownst to her, someone had spotted her from a distance and then approached her with quiet and noiseless steps.

"Your hiding skill still terrible."

He said with a deep voice and a distinct baritone, making anyone who heard it shudder.