Armand Nation.
Huge tree near Javier's personal workshop.
Mimi was dragging a long, heavy wooden plank toward the base of the tree, huffing with effort as she pulled it across the ground. Her tail was stiff with concentration and her ears twitched with every step.
"Almost there, nya…"
In the distance, a squad of Armand guards patrolled the area. One of them, a squad leader, let out a weary sigh as he watched her.
"I wonder what Princess Mimi is up to this time."
"Who knows…"
Another guard nudged the one next to him. "Why don't you go ask her?"
"Eh? Me?" The guard pointed at himself, his eyes widening in panic.
"You won't get in trouble just for asking what she's doing. Maybe she needs help or something."
The guard hesitated, then glanced at a passing maid. He walked toward her, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish grin.
"Excuse me… um, would you mind asking Princess Mimi what she's up to? We don't want to intrude, but… we're a bit curious."
