In the deserted forest of Cuckooland walked Vetis, John his right-hand man, and Churchwoman Martha who walked on each side of him, and a step behind him.
The cloak of Vetis swept the snow-covered ground of the forest making the hems of the cloak slightly wet.
The leaves of the trees were missing and were replaced by the snow that froze on their tops.
Vetis's gaze wandered around the forest searching for nothing in particular. He looked up at the sky that appeared gloomy just like how his appearance was. Dark and gloomy, his face dangerously looked fierce but it was always hidden behind his hood and the black mask.
"The winter seems to be persistent this year," Vetis commented with a distant longing in his eyes that John and Martha did not notice, but his tone of voice gave off a small feeling of what he felt.
"Yes, Master," John replied while subtly staring at his master whose gaze was still at the sky.
