As far as he could tell, the ice was fine.
No signs of melting.
Just as he turned to leave,
Whoosh.
Something ominous moved vertically behind the white crystals.
“What!”
The surprised knight drew his sword just as the movement became more ‘visible.’
Whoosh.
This time it moved horizontally.
As if to catch up with the knight who had taken a step to the left.
An icy chill raced from his head to his stomach, and the knight screamed at the top of his lungs.
“It’s a monster!”
Though there was no visible evidence, the knight, who had been serving Barlock for seven years, was certain.
Whatever was moving behind that ice was a monster.
As the knight’s shout echoed, as if it had been waiting, a dull thump resounded, and the white spot grew noticeably larger.
My God.
The knight hurriedly retreated.
Thump.
He realized that it wasn’t merely a stain.
Thump, Thump.
“A monster! A monster is hitting the ice wall!”
What he had seen was a mark caused by a monster battering from beyond the ice wall.
And he was certain, that monster had almost broken through.
Unlike the clear portions, the cloudy area was not only expanding with each resonating thump, it was also making the shadow beyond more distinct.
Thump!
The sound became a bit clearer for a moment.
“Call Captain Blat!”
The knight quickly backpedaled away from the ice wall, shouting continuously.
Not forgetting to aim his sword at the white spot, not knowing when the ice wall would break.
After stumbling backward through kneedeep snow for what felt like an eternity,
He tripped on a rock and fell.
Instantly, something large seemed to follow him all the way to the ground from beyond the cloudy mark.
“An eye.”
Muttering, the knight realized what was following him was the eye of the monster.
“The ice wall will break soon!”
As if responding to the echo filling the frozen plain, a sound came from beyond the ice wall.
Thump.
A threatening sound, as if wringing his heart.
Gulp, gulp.
Please, please.
For the third time.
Bianca returned to the room and hastily washed her face with cold water.
Gulp, gulp.
Her hands pained from the cold water, her cheeks numb, but the persistent deep sound in her ears wouldn’t go away.
But she had no other choice.
The constant deep sound in her head made it difficult even to flip a single sheet of paper.
“My Lady, do you not feel well?”
Unable to bear it any longer, Julie tightly clenched her reddened, frozen hands and asked, but Bianca couldn’t respond.
‘I keep thinking about how Gillian used to kiss me.’
No!
It wasn’t a kiss on the lips, but on the forehead!
Forehead!
Her cheeks, which had finally cooled down, instantly flushed a deep red.
“Your face keeps turning red, my lady. If you’re not feeling well, please don’t hesitate to let me know. The physician of the mansion is very skilled. Even if an arm or leg falls off, he can easily reattach it.”
Even Bianca, who had been flustered, felt a momentary lapse of breath at Julie’s horrible statement, but Julie was serious.
“If you just come forward, I’ll cleanly…”
“Julie. Hold on a moment.”
Unable to bear the increasingly horrifying noise, Bianca spoke just as a ‘knock, knock’ sounded simultaneously.
“Yes, who is it at this hour?”
As if on cue, Julie’s nagging stopped the moment she saw Gillian in his armor.
“Are you departing?”
Julie was so shaken she didn’t even realize she was using a stiff tone unfitting for a maid.
The cold and ruthless aura he emitted was overwhelming.
Although she had forgotten, Gillian Barlock, no, all the Barlock Dukes, had always been like this.
So cold and overwhelming that it was difficult even to make eye contact, often making one feel like fleeing.
Tenderness, kindness, and laughter were not fitting words.
Bianca had forgotten; she had gotten used to this change since coming to this castle. But this was originally Gillian Barlock’s demeanor.
“Are you asleep?”
“No, I will let you in.”
Julie courteously opened the bedroom door wide to admit Gillian.
“Gillian?”
The visitor who had come to see Bianca in the middle of the night was Gillian.
Fully armed as he was.
Bianca was no fool.
Her cheeks, which had been flushed the whole time, instantly paled.
“Is it tonight?”
“Yes, it is.”
He had said a week, but that it wasn’t precise.
She had thought he would at least be here a bit longer.
With regret and embarrassment mixing together, her mouth clamped shut.
“I’ll be back.”
Caught in the dilemma of having so much to say, he who had approached her closely smiled warmly.
“Please… come back safely.”
“Of course. I promised, didn’t I?”
“You haven’t heard the answer yet.”
“Of course. I’m looking forward to it.”
Though their voices were restrained, unlike Gillian who faintly smiled, Bianca had been tearyeyed for a while.
“How long will it take?”
“It varies, but I will probably return sooner than you expect.”
“You know what I expect. I might complain if you don’t come back by dawn. I don’t know anything.”
“A wise and considerate person like you wouldn’t. It’s a halfday trip there and back.”
“Don’t be too late. I might change my mind if I get bored waiting.”
“That would be terrifying, so I’ll make sure not to be late.”
Because his response was lukewarm, Bianca felt relieved yet choked up.
He was always a man who kept his word.
She had no doubts that he would be back soon.
However, Bianca had forgotten one thing.
She was never granted good days to begin with.
Exactly three days after Gillian’s departure, a messenger arrived.
It was a request for military support.
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