"Hey, why are you dragging me?"
When they left the Fairy Castle and headed west, the male messenger stared at his female companion, who had kept her hold on him.
"Shh!"
The female messenger raised a finger at him as she looked around them. She realized that a well-maintained forest surrounded them. There were no guards there. Then, she lowered her voice and said, "Idiot, didn't you feel that the temperature has dropped? Count Sylvan is a fire-element platinum-tier mage, and he is the best at controlling the temperature. I can feel a murderous aura from his body. If we don't leave quickly, we might not be able to leave at all."
The essence of fire-type magic was temperature; whether to increase or decrease the heat, it would work either way. Therefore, ice magic was also a type of fire magic.
"Are you sure? Why didn't I feel it?"
The male messenger looked puzzled.
