Chapter 69: Interwoven Fates
It was November in the Northern Lands.
Logan Winterfell gazed down upon his domain, where the land had frozen as he made preparations for the winter.
He stood before a window, with a wine glass in his hand.
Due to his responsibilities as the Overlord of this icy realm, and his duties as the Family Head, he hadn’t had a moment to enjoy his wine in a very long time.
It had been 80 days since he partook.
80 days since he decided to preserve his family’s tradition.
80 days since his careless oversight brought about the worst outcome.
Moreover,
It also meant that the search had been fruitless for 80 days.
[Please. Do not look for me. I've lost someone dear to me twice already. I don't want anyone else getting hurt over me.]
After leaving this note behind, Lumia, like Deron, fled the Grand Duchy.