Cold.

It was the name of the curse that had clung to Ashies all her life.

No matter how many layers she wore, the biting chill seeped into her skin. When she approached a fire, the curse reacted, sending waves of icy cold that seemed to freeze even her soul.

It was as if the warmth that every living being deserved was denied to her.

Ashies did not know warmth—neither physically nor emotionally.

After awakening Ashies and completing the slave contract, it was time to settle down and use a central base to progress the story, as always.

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