Dusk had fallen. The strange sun had disappeared behind the mountains. Selene and her companions had reached the northern trade route of the Alorn Valley. It was a path carved into the mountains. Although the ground was relatively flat, the road was bordered by rugged cliffs, with strangely shaped rocks embedded in them, as if they might fall at any moment.


    This road, connecting Alorn, the Holy City, and the four provinces in northwestern Lanstier, was clearly well-maintained. Even at dusk, there were still many caravans traveling along it. But the road, carved into the mountains, was incredibly wide. Caravans traveled along it, and some magical beasts lurked within, those lucky enough to escape the army’s purges. They would attack the caravans as they passed, and then the adventurers escorting the caravans would step forward, protecting their clients’ property amidst a flurry of swords and magic…


    Didn’t it look cool? As a person from another world, Selene thought this was really cool, perfectly matching her fantasy of another world.


    As she was watching this scene, which she’d seen many times in various works of fiction, estimating how much she could help, Richter carefully jumped off the golem.


    “Hmm…?” Feeling Richter approach, Selene turned slightly. “What’s up?”


    “Master has left,” Richter said, slightly awkwardly. “He said he wanted to check the road… for safety reasons.”


    Selene smiled. Her long-term weakness made her look pale, but her delicate features had a certain allure.


    “There’s no need to tell me where Mr. Delight has gone. I’m just a passenger.”


    But Richter’s reply didn’t come. Selene turned, puzzled, and saw that his face was slightly flushed. This made her a little worried.


    “Are you alright… Is the night wind too strong? Have you caught a cold?”


    Richter immediately snapped back to reality, dodging Selene’s hand, which was reaching for his forehead. He quickly cast an Iron Will spell on himself.


    “I’m fine… well, I have a slight cold,” Richter’s explanation trailed off. He dejectedly sat down on the treant’s head. “Really, don’t worry. And just call me Richter.”


    “Ah, okay,” Selene nodded, muttering to herself.


    His face is red. He says he’s fine… Maybe it’s some special mage training method from this world? She’d been exposed to the wind for a while, and she was still fine.


    She changed the subject.


    “So, regarding my identity, Mr. Delight still doesn’t have any clues?”


    Richter, who had been casting Iron Will and Cold Thought on himself, looked up. He met Selene’s gaze and thought for a moment, then said apologetically,


    “Sorry, my master and I don’t recognize the name ‘Shinten.’… The knight didn’t give much information.”


    “It’s okay. I’m not really concerned about my identity,” Selene shook her head, sincerely sighing, “I’m very satisfied with my current life.”


    Compared to struggling to survive in the snowy wilderness, this journey was incredibly comfortable. The strange and beautiful scenery of the Divine Construct was slowly unfolding before her. She had trustworthy companions by her side. She was enjoying herself.


    Besides that, Selene suddenly remembered something—she still didn’t know what she looked like.


    After all, in the previous few days, she had been focused on mere survival. And the thick fog in the snowy wilderness hadn’t provided many opportunities for her to look in a mirror. Thinking about such things wasn’t appropriate. So she had unconsciously ignored this question, until now.


    This was important!


    She immediately stood up and walked over to Richter. His eyes widened in surprise, even a little frightened. The girl’s warm breath made him instinctively close his eyes, then open them again, meeting Selene’s gaze.


    “So… Richter, what do I look like?”


    Selene asked seriously. Richter, also a little dazed, replied,


    “Uh… You’re very beautiful?”


    “Why is that a question?” Selene looked at him dubiously, moving closer. “Tell the truth. I don’t mind.”Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    But you look like you care a lot! Richter wanted to yell at her, but he was too nervous—this unusual nervousness had a reason, and it was very simple.