Serve as your assistant…? Hm, from what I have seen, there is not much difference between administrative work and organizing the scriptures of the Vine-Bead Court. I know how to do it, but… are you sure there are not more important things for me to do?

During my days at the Vine-Bead Court I would clamber up and down ladders to consult ancient records and scripture as thick and heavy as bricks. Based on past Saintess selections, the girl who is to become Saintess must have a strong, healthy body. Hm, I believe I've figured out the reasoning behind these traditions.

Hm? Oh, this? This is something I knitted for Ensia's birthday in my spare time. It's like when I was little, Father and I would knit new cloaks or scarves for the entire family every three years… I know what you want to ask, but please don't.

Why do foreign envoys still believe Kjerag to be a land of spirits and sprites…? Hmph, it leaves me no choice but to meet their expectations, and take on a most fearsome form. 'If you do not wish to be snatched away by the Tschäggättä, then you must show some sincerity.' That will make them good little ambassadors who sign our agreements.

What is a miracle, you ask? Hm, who knows? Perhaps a gust of night wind, or a beautiful rainbow, so long as it inspires the devout and puts fear into the heart of sinners. When you feel troubled and know not what to do, pray, and the divine in your heart shall give you strength.

It is not that Kjeragandr taught us virtue, but that She is made manifest through the virtue in our hearts. So too does all sloth and sin find release through this understanding. She shall not scold you, for recognizing oneself is a difficult thing, and She will always show a path through the wind and snow for her children.

There aren't enough funds for dormitory maintenance? Allow me to make a donation in the name of the Vine-Bead Court. The funds shall come from the personal account of the president of Karlan Trade—ah, no, no need for that. The medical support Rhodes Island has given the people of Kjerag is plain for all to see. Sir Enciodes won't utter a single complaint.

You'd like to help me comb my hair? Nmph… it wouldn't be an easy job. If it weren't for Kjarr and the other maids, I don't know how much time I'd have to spend each day caring for it. I've considered cutting it short, but I understand some of the people would be sad if I did, so…

'Merciful Kjeragandr'… She has clearly run off to that snowy mountain to fool about… Perhaps once Her spirit has recovered, She will awaken once more. How will Kjerag have changed in that time? If there really are gods, then please, help her find a way back home.

Hm? Documents that need to be signed? Err… The Doctor is currently in an emergency meeting, would it be alright if these got back to you later? Alright, I shall pass them on for you… *phew* Getting an afternoon nap is no small task for Dr. {@nickname}.

Amidst the undying winds of the Snow Realm and the unending fall of snow, Pramanix of Kjerag now stands before you… How's that for a preamble? Now let me in already, we'll have plenty of time for greetings later.

'When in snow, seek the footprints of those heading forward'. This is the simple wisdom of Kjeragandr.

No, no more gifts or ornaments, please. A Saintess's garb is heavy enough as it is. You want me to feel light and breezy, don't you?

'Of what has been gained, renounce it all. Of what has been lost, forget it all. We need only strive for truth and question ourselves, and in the end, we shall return to Her embrace.'

Victory belongs to the faithful.

I shall guide you in Her stead.

May the unclean be purified, and the blizzards dispersed.

You shall go no further…

She is omnipresent.

She cannot be sought.

Hear Her words.

Pray with all your heart.

Cold winds care not for whom they chill.

Ice and snow know not mercy.

Behold the power the mountains pledged to me.

Your struggles are feeble.

Karlan has witnessed this victory. O warriors clad in frost and gale, let us return home.

'After hard work comes a good night's rest.' The Saintess decrees it so.

…In the end, our gain is greater than our loss. Before the snow hides their footprints, we must discern which bad habits it is time to let go.

…The snow shall cover our tracks, and grant us the chance to return.

Have you widened this place since last time?

'Kjeragandr on high, smite those who play pranks by depriving them of snacks with their afternoon tea.'

Here, a pat on the head… A blessing? No, this is not the Saintess's blessing, but Pramanix's. It is, in a sense, the rarer of the two.

Arknights.

Happy New Year, Doctor. Old Kjerag custom dictates that I spend the entire night atop Mount Karlan praying for Kjeragandr's blessings, but… It's a rare day off for me, so let's not speak of work today, shall we? Hm?

The same arrangement as last time. You don't tell anyone I'm here, and you provide me with a blanket… Oh, this one's my favorite. You actually remembered…? Haha… It's like we're of one mind, when it comes to sneaking away for a nap.

I expect the gifts you receive will be enough to fill a small dormitory, so… Hold out your hand. The first snowflake to descend upon Rhodes Island shall fall into your palm. Before it melts away, it shall be my gift to you.

The snow atop the Matterhorn's peak did not fall in a single day. The road ahead is much the same. Rhodes Island has been following this path for so long, what could possibly be left to bar your way? Forge ahead. My blessing shall be with you forevermore.