The magnanimous Lord Hydral has once again returned to his Red Frost city, a fact known to few, just as few are aware of what transpired on the snowy night of yesterevening.
Those in the know have already disseminated its significance in secret, while those oblivious continue their daily toil in their efforts to please Lord Hydral.
In front of Ansel's mansion, Seraphina stands, gazing at the main gate, her resolve wavering.
"...Ansel," the young girl nervously tugs at Ansel's robe, "How should I face Marlina? I fear she might be angry with me."
"Isn't it normal for her to be angry with you?" Ansel, the young lord, raises an eyebrow, offering no words of comfort for Seraphina, "Not only will she be angry with you, but if she knew you wasted so much time in the village, causing the villagers to suffer with you, she might even hit you."
Seraphina instinctively shrinks back, "I... I didn't think clearly at that time... I was still in a daze."
