The moon in the north was cold.
It was an unfamiliar dream. I was wandering again in the past of some man. Somewhere in the snowfield where my feet sank up to the ankles, the memory of strolling through the continent’s largest coniferous forest.
It was a place where the cold was already raging fiercely.
At night, without even sunlight, just a few minutes were enough to make the skin tingle and flush. The breath scattering like frost and the dulling sensation at the fingertips. Nevertheless, I didn’t stop and continued to move my steps.
It was a night when the blue moon was particularly piercing.
“There are few enemies as vicious as elves.”
My companion was the talkative type.
He was one of the knights responsible for the northern front, and also the person assigned from the imperial family to guide and escort me. What was his name again?
‘Alex’?
I had heard he was originally a knight belonging to House Yurdina. It was said his father had been a loyal vassal for generations.
It wasn’t information worth remembering particularly.
Because House Yurdina had been exterminated long ago.
It was the death of the family that had spread the flames of civilization in the north. The reason tonight felt unusually cold was probably not unrelated to that.
Of course, even this vicious…