“...”

An unfamiliar ceiling came into view. Every time Seo Jun-Ho blinked, his hazy vision became clearer.

“Ah, you’re awake.” The Frost Queen’s face suddenly popped up. Even now, she still looked like a doll. Seo Jun-Ho stared at her for a second, then closed his eyes.

“...How many days has it been?” he asked.

“Seven days. I thought you were dead.”

“I just woke up, and you’re already being rude…” he muttered. He noticed how soft the mattress felt under his body. “This doesn’t seem like a cot in a tent… Where are we?”

“We are in a city called Denver. You once dined here with Skaya, did you not?”

“...”

So they had safely made it out of Blackfield. Relieved, Seo Jun-Ho tried to sit up.

“Ugh!”

However, his face contorted as pain shot through his body. It felt like he was being ripped apart. He laid back down.

“Pfft, not a chance. The Saintess said that it was a miracle that you were even alive. Because…” The Frost Queen couldn’t hide her smile as she pressed her finger into his chest.

It was enough to make him feel like he was going to die. Seo Jun-Ho sc...