Lucan and Maris finally stood at the summit of the snow-capped mountain, the wind howling gently around them. The crisp, cold air filled their lungs as they took in the panoramic view of snow-covered valleys and glistening peaks.
Despite the concerning sight of Alec, one of the academy's students, being swallowed by the snow earlier, Lucan had made a calm, calculated decision. Alec, after all, had chosen to train in isolation. These kinds of accidents were bound to happen in such circumstances. While it seemed heartless, Lucan knew that Alec would survive.
"Lucan-sama, you've been quiet for a while," Maris's soft voice broke through his thoughts, her light blue eyes searching his face.
Lucan shook his head with a slight smile. "It's nothing, Maris," he said gently, adjusting his gloves. "Now then, it's time for us to ski. Do you remember everything I taught you earlier?"
