Chapter 79: Uh Oh x2 - I Killed All Your Family! Oopsie!
"Hmmmmm....."
"...Alice?"
"Hmmmmm...." Alice frowned. "Yep, I would say I did pretty good."
Pretty good, my ass. The exhausted Yasen sighed, her draconic scale softening in ice gels, as her ashen eyed was imbued reluctant blues, the prideful dragon’s body serving as a mere, diligent, humble ’mana conduit’ to hold back part of Alice’s power, as the Dragon’s eyelid and long neck slumped, as if she would faint the next moment from having her blood vessals constantly torn inside out during the process.
She glanced forward, the clearings and the sky, all filled with frozen gargolytes. What used to be moving ants of stones, now...well, unmoving ants of ice, some frozen on the ground like normal, and some...frozen on the sky like obviously abnormal. The Dragon frowned at this ignorance of physics that would put Adrei’s concept-burning flames to shame. What is this? She froze the space or time or something? Why couldn’t she detect anything? There’s no way it is just that she froze things so hard, physics and spaces obeyed to her, right? Right?!
The Demon King would have nodded at this conclusion, for she, also, couldn’t understand the logic behind Alice’s ice, only that it froze stuff so hard she once questioned why bother sending help to the frozen statues marring her land in the first place. For now, only two individuals were capable of melting and dissecting her ice: Adrei the concept-burning Dragon, and...well, Alice herself.
And as for the town? It would nod to the Demon King with a very, very big thumbs up. Humanity would have made peace with demons over the shared trauma known as ’Alice’. Demond? She now slept dreaming nighmares of Alice frostbiting half of her old home’s garden again. Adrei? Her claws were now raised and chipped as she desperately defended against a mere fog conjured by Alice. And Selene? Well, her sword aside which basically became an ’Icebrand’ (that to her dismay, would become a future tourist attraction spot), she is still zigzaging and trailing pathways with tears spilling like serpants as she yelled ’Mom! Mother! Mommy!’
Ah, meanwhile, Alice was smiling wide, really wide now, as she witnessed the chaos of the frosty fog engulfing the entire town, each and every glitter falling matched her sense as an ice artist. So, the frost pollen thing? It is intentional for Alice’s artistic sense. It is not that she could not completely control her mana, just that she would be the person who went ’ice rain? neet’, before learning how to conjure it in a flash, assisted solely by the <Fairytale> Series that Demond taught unto her.
That’s right, the <Fairytale> series remained her one and only method to control her mana, shaping her mana into different forms other than simply frosts outbursts that would painted one third of the world white. In other words, she treated one of the most rarest <Tale-weaving> art, known only to Demond and her as of current era, as paintbrushes for ’magic painting’. Truly a parental foresight by Demond, who would have shed tears of joy upon knowing she just saved the World from an unknowing fate of a literal ’nuclear winter’, only to submit the world to a more ’beautiful’, more completed....well, nuclear winter.