Silver hair settled upon the snowfield stained with fatigue.
Pure white snowflakes parted the sunlight. In the howling north wind, vision blurred and lost its vanishing point.
The only hue rising above the pure white landscape was pale pink.
The woman’s pupils revealed a clear presence like a queen among maids.
“Were you in anguish?”
The low voice resonated with warmth.
Compassion and benevolence, a tone as warm as a bonfire in the cold wave.
Perhaps because that question reached the poor soul who had been writhing.
The lips of the priest, who had been uttering only groans like questions, moved anew.
“Wh-who are you?”
“Were you sad and wronged?”
The counterquestion returned as another counterquestion.
Panting, trying to force his eyes open, but focus had already vanished from Leoric’s eyes. In that state, he wouldn’t even secure a proper view.
Nevertheless, he must have seen.
The gaze of a certain woman looking down at him with sorrowful eyes, enveloped in mystical silver.
It was as…