Ramier's face turned stern as he recalled the clown. The clown's identity was still a mystery to him. Centuries have passed, he didn't know is still alive. He tried to search for the clown. There was no trace of his existence.
He wondered where the clown was now.
Like the first time he met him, he wanted to ask the clown some questions.
How did he know that he had the power of ice? And why were his words accurate. Like what the clown said, he turned into a monster... He had lost everyone he loved because he was a monster...
The only person he loved.
How did he predict what happened?
He wanted to ask him all those questions. But the clown he disappeared, like he never existed.
Ramier sat on the bed, now in his robes. His hands were clutching the sheets. However, he instantly removed his hand when he saw that the sheet was covered with a thin layer of ice.
His face turned cold.
