But more than that, something about the way Snow had handled the situation didn't quite sit right with me.
Snow was many things—prideful, calculating, and not the type to lose a bet so easily.
If what Rose was telling me was accurate, then the whole thing didn't make much sense.
Had Snow planned to lose from the very start?
Snow was an ice mage. If their ridiculous battle had involved nothing but cold sweets, then Snow's victory should have been practically guaranteed.
After all, the cold was her natural ally—her body and mana naturally resonated with it, allowing her to regulate the effects far better than any ordinary person.
In contrast, while Rose was undoubtedly a talented mage in her own right, she didn't possess the same affinity with ice magic.
She had no innate resistance to the cold, no way to mitigate the effects like Snow did.
And yet… Rose had won.
'Something wasn't adding up.'
