Harvest Day celebration night.
Patricia stood alone at the port.
Although she was right in the midst of a lively festival celebration, her distinctly recognizable platinum blonde hair ensured that even if someone spotted her, they wouldn't come up to talk to her.
"…"
Patricia silently watched the bustling festivities, then turned her head back toward the seawater at the edge of the dock. Her expression gradually returned to calm, not a ripple disturbing it, and then she exhaled as if reflecting on the weather,
"Huff—"
She had experienced this environment from a young age.
Commoners, seeing her, naturally knew she was a noble they shouldn't approach; on the mysterious side, Nicholas nearly wore a label of 'do not approach' on his face, and of course, no one would initiate a conversation; and the new nobles, with their natural hostility toward the old nobility, made interaction impossible.
Such was the case, even now that she was an adult.
