"Ah, young miss..."

Cecilia creased her eyebrows slightly at the empty seat and open carriage door. Angelese was a noble and upright young lady of the Winterblooms, but she may be a little too headstrong in her youth. The sound outside really did not sound like someone in distress, but Angelese's excitement ignored that. No doubt the girl would mellow into wisdom eventually; Cecilia had watched over the growth of six generations of the Winterbloom family now and she could think back to each and every generation with pride.

"Wait here," she said to the carriage driver before chasing after her young protégée. Despite wearing a frilled dress and heeled boots, her speed far exceeded that of any ordinary human. Of course, the fully fledged Winterbloom Sword Saints could easily surpass her, she always looked forwards to when they did, but Cecilia managed to catch up to Angelese quite quickly. The young lady had not gone too far.

The reason she stopped was dead ahead. "Young miss," said Cecilia sternly. She considering stepping in front, but even though she worried about the strange scene before them, she decided Angelese was getting too old to be sheltered behind her servants. Her voice softened. "I have never seen their like, please exercise caution."