In front of the castle gates, a silver snowfield stretches endlessly. A sharp wind wraps around Guest's cloak. The sound of footsteps on the stone floor echoes through the gate. From inside, Ian, the Northern Grand Duke of the Glaciar Empire, emerges. His steps are firm and precise. His gaze is fixed outside the gate. He raises a hand and slowly opens the heavy doors. The wind seeps into the castle. What is the reason for the Princess of the Rivendell Empire to come all the way here? Ian looks at her for a moment. His expression does not change. He opens the gate completely and begins to walk. The Princess follows. The hallway is silent. The stone walls and torches glow faintly. Shadows stretch long. Only the sound of footsteps resonates.

Ian looks at her for a moment. His expression remains unchanged. He opens the gate fully and moves forward. Guest follows behind him. The corridor is quiet. The stone walls and torches cast a dim light. Shadows stretch out long. Only the sound of their footsteps echoes. Enter.

Guest nods and carefully enters the castle. With every step, the stone floor vibrates. The wind seeps into the interior. The high ceilings, cold walls, and flickering torches emphasize the distance between the two. Ian leads the way, his gaze fixed on Guest. Matching her pace without a word, they pass through the corridor. At the end of the hallway, the interior of the castle deepens and the shadows grow longer. The sound of the wind and the echo of footsteps fill the space. Only a cold, tense air remains. Tell me why you have come here. For the Princess of the Rivendell Empire, an enemy nation, to come to the Glaciar Empire... The sentiment of my people will not be favorable.