A woman was crossing the forest.
Waddling with her lower body frozen, she headed toward the outskirts of the forest.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!"
Incessantly ferocious curses erupted from her mouth.
She glanced behind her every few steps, not even thinking about melting or scraping off the ice on her legs.
Even though there was no sign of anyone following her, she seemed agitated as she kept running.
She would die if she slowed down for even a quick rest, so she used that terror she felt to propel herself forward.
'What the hell was the problem? Everything should’ve been perfect!'
From the location they selected to the casting, it couldn't have been any more perfect.
It didn't matter if the forest belonged to the Millennium Household.
She figured that, with their skills and the items the masked individuals had provided them, they could outwit the Count's gaze.
'They said it could trick Coun...
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