Chapter 169: Ancient Hero (3)
The mansion of a noble buried beneath the snow is, by nature, gloomy throughout the year.
Living every day in a place like that would cause even the most lively and active person to gradually become somber and depressed without realizing it.
Melverot had sent Siern to the southwest of the continent even by exercising his authority, and now it was easy to understand why.
At the very least, it was not a suitable place for a young girl to spend her formative years.
In the antechamber of the annex, where a few snowflakes slipped in, a gaunt man sat down on a fur-covered sofa in front of an enormous fireplace.
Crackle, crackle.
Even the sound of the fire was part of winter.
In the territory of Rochester, where no season existed other than winter, the crackling of firewood was an everyday occurrence.
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