The goddess of winter stood beside Lancelot, who was finally recovering from his ether exertion, before looking up to meet the beautiful pale blue-skinned beauty with blue hair made of pure ice and snow.
"Strange... a fairy king who carried divine and devil's blood... even those selfish mountain-dwelling perverted lizards' blood. How can you fuse them in such a peaceful and perfect harmony?"
The difference between her singing voice while casting magic and this normal voice that felt elegant and beautiful, but it was more like a mother or kind lady than a goddess. She then placed her fingertip on his forehead as it glowed with an icy blue light.
"Hmmm... a kind, stalwart soul... fights for his beloved women... himself and the future of this world with little greed or sin."
