One day later, at the border of Frost Country.
“Prince Shier, you don’t look too well.”
Marshal Amut sat on his warhorse and turned his head to look at Shier. At this moment, Shier’s expression was very strange, as if he was enduring something, his skin, which was so fair that there were no flaws, began to blush.
“Wha... I’m fine, Marshal Amut.”
Shiel raised his head as if he had been electrocuted. Then, he kept waving his hand to tell Marshal Amut that he was normal.
“The fortress is ahead. Those old guys inside the fortress should have been waiting for you for a long time. Prince Shiel, you have to buck up,”Marshal Amut said.
“Okay.”
Shiel nodded again. Marshal Amut’s gaze then shifted away from her. Then, he looked at the army behind him and began to issue orders.
Taking advantage of this period of time, Shiel rubbed his forehead. He used an inscription magic to create a cold air, which allowed his overly hot cheeks to barely ease up.
