The moon was gleaming as it emitted a green light. As the gloomy light colored the ground, people hurriedly went into their houses upon feeling a chill—it was just another ordinary winter day, but it felt especially windy today. The sudden late cold spell caused the land of Torra which had just begun to melt to freeze over once again.

Heretia let out a long breath, as she hadn’t expected the weather to get this cold once again, especially when she had thought that it was finally starting to get warmer.

The cold wind permeated every corner of Torra, even the inside the Imperial Palace, causing all the rooms without any flames burning in the fireplace to be freezing cold.

However, on this day no one could think about lighting up the fireplace.

Heretia moved her wheelchair along the corridor and stopped in front of a room. After hesitating for a while, she carefully grabbed the doorknob to open the door.

“Oh, she’s here.”

Inside the room Nienna, Pavan, and Juan were waiting for her.

To Heretia, Juan had always been a man whose sight alone was enough to chase away the cold and cause one to feel the heat. But today, she couldn’t feel any warmth whatsoever from Juan.

“How’s Anya doing?” Heretia asked.

“She’s still unconscious. Fortunately, the injury to her spinal cord was curable. But more than that… I don’t know what to tell her when she wakes up.”

Hela and Dilmond both ended up dying while trying to save Anya, while Anya ended up losing her ability to fight as well. Such a tragedy would normally be considered an excessive loss if...