I could still make a run for it if I try. But how would I outrun my Master and where would I even go?
Besides, and perhaps most importantly… I didn't want to descend after climbing up so arduously.
Kreeeee—!!
Just as I was in the middle of thinking about non-existent escape plans, a sharp ear-piercing screech shattered the silence.
My gaze snapped to the source of the sound, and I saw the massive wooden gates slowly creaking open before me.
The delicate fragrance of blossoming spring intensified, washing over us until I felt as if I was standing amidst a vast field of a thousand plum blossoms.
But before I could completely take in the scent of fervent spring in the midst of a snowy mountain – a spectacle in itself – the wooden gates in front of us completely opened, revealing a figure emerging from within.
