GOD’S HUNTING DOG

A beautiful young woman gazes at the ever-changing landscape outside the carriage with an expression steeped in melancholy.

Sitting directly across from me, Sophia Keren is so beautiful that even a fellow woman like me could be tempted to stare.

Although she’s still fairly young, something about her alluring visage makes her seem more mature.

She’s literally a femme fatale, and she looks the part, too.

It’s hard to believe that we’re the same age.

However, what most people don’t know is that she can actually be very childish.

Her personality is incredibly selfish, to the point where everything she does is solely for her own amusement.

Perhaps she inherited this trait from Master.

Even now, though she looks dramatic as she stares longingly out the window, I’m sure all she’s thinking about is how bored she is.

Sophia is selfish and freewheeling and never thinks things through.

However, she also happens to be incredibly powerful.

In a word, I think she can only be described as a menace.

As if reading my thoughts, Sophia turns to look at me.

“What is it?” I ask evenly.

“I’m bored.”

I guess she wasn’t reading my thoughts, then.

Still, what does she expect me to do about her boredom?

“Just be patient, please.”

“Ugh. If I knew it was going to take this long, I could’ve just run there myself.”

“Feel free to do so now, if you wish.”

Her face twists into an obvious grimace at my curt remark.

So childish.

The idea that running would be faster than the carriage is childish in itself, too. Unbelievable.

Currently, we are traveling with the advance guard of Prince Hugo’s imperial army.

Though we are essentially honored guests, we are still commanders, progressing along with the troops.

Why in the world would she suggest that running would be faster? We must keep pace with the rest of the army.

Yes, I’m sure she could move faster on her own.

But even if she got there early, she would just be stuck waiting for the rest of the army to catch up, so she would still be bored.

Does she not even realize that?

“Hmm. You really hate me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

Why ask such an obvious question?

Her face grows only more sullen at my response.

The fact that her childish personality prevents her from recognizing the position I’m in only frustrates me more.

Though I suppose I could still be doing a better job of controlling my emotions myself.

I do my best to keep things from showing on my face, but I can’t quite keep my bitter thoughts in check.

I must be diligent.

Perhaps that’s the reason Master put me in charge of supervising her?

No, I doubt even our master would make a major decision like this for such a trivial reason.

“Please make an effort to be more serious. This is not a game, you realize.”

“I knooow. But when I’m bored, I’m bored.”

So she doesn’t actually realize that, then.

“Well, you must keep such complaints to yourself. How do you think the brave soldiers marching outside feel?”