Never had the snowfield been as cold as it was today.
The blizzard obscured my vision like a dense fog. It was somewhat less severe within the thick coniferous forest, but the moment I stepped into the clearing where the encampment stood, an achromatic world unfolded before me.
All I could see were faint outlines and shadows.
It was an environment where even lighting a campfire was difficult. Whenever weather this vicious descended upon them, most soldiers chose to remain inside their tents as quiet as mice. However shabby those tents might be, they were still more habitable than the outside.
And yet, for some reason.
Today, the shadows of hundreds of people were reflected in my eyes.
And every last one of them radiated an ominous air unlike anything before.
At their center stood an old retainer of House Yurdina.
I did not know his actual name.
Perhaps I had been introduced to him at some point, but the young knight had always wished to be called by the surname handed down through his family for generations.
Thus, he was known as ‘Sir Alex.’
The traitor who had just called me the ‘Master of Escape’ had a chilling look in his eyes.
Like flames that refused to go out…