The winter at Dredis Academy was a season of thick, white snowfall.

“Hoo…”

As I exhaled, a white breath spread out in front of me.

“It’s unusually cold today, isn’t it?”

“Mary, you’re more sensitive to the cold than I thought?”

“Just because I have the Blessing of Frost doesn’t mean I’m immune to the cold.”

Mary, who was walking beside me, had her cheeks and hands reddened, blowing warm breath into her hands to thaw them.

Seeing her like that, I instinctively took her hand in mine.

I was thankful that my hands were warm in moments like this.