I Became the Snow Woman I Made

49 – Holy Land Chelmsford

Untimely heavy snow soaked the continent.

But the Silver Dragon King did not know.

As always, yesterday and today, there was a snowstorm here.

“·······.”

Ruins of Snow Field.

Mishu thought in front of the obelisk.

Even though her long silver hair fluttered and slapped her cheek, she stayed like that for a long time.

I remembered something that happened just a while ago.

The fragments of the catastrophe haunted her in the snow all along, haunting her, and that day as well.

-The most disgusting thing. Did you come again

A black plague that wriggles and spreads pollution.

It was a disgust that I couldn’t get used to.

Her bastard taunted her as usual, and her battle began.

─────!

However, during the fierce battle, an unusual incident occurred.

The fragments of disaster spewed out pain as they grotesquely twisted.

【How…!】

There was a deep doubt in the desperate scream.

【Even if I destroyed all of myself… How could the Book of Revelation before vaccines exist…!】

-···What are you talking about?

Mishra tilted her head without letting go of her tension.

It was an action and a statement I hadn’t seen before.

【Hasn’t it all disappeared… Did I feel sorry for a mere creature… But how can I change my true name…]

– What the hell.

What are you talking about?

Mishra glared at the gibberish catastrophe.

The moment her next words vomited out, her eyes widened in astonishment.

【Your faith was not in vain! The white dragon of the god.]

-······!

She wasn’t used to wearing a mask.

She winced, and threw away a too big tee.

But how did he know?

She herself did not reveal His return to the end. Her catastrophe poured out vile words of curses like rotten sewage.

【But sooner or later, all that hope will turn into despair. Breaking the wings of a fallen god once is easy…]

-···Shut that mouth.

As if to promise her future, the disaster that spewed out hatred soon disappeared.

It disappeared like a mirage.

Misura immediately noticed who was responsible for this phenomenon.

“My lord…”

Quilière. It’s her feat.

I’m guessing it’s probably because we encountered disaster on the continent… And won the victory.

Mishra’s eyes sparkled.

“Is there a reason why she went to the continent?”

She may have been there to conquer the world’s enemies.

Her catastrophe would be an abomination even from his point of view. Besides, judging by his reaction, he seemed to have suffered a significant blow.

She was, indeed, the power of her own master.

Mi Shura, who had a wide smile on her face, soon lost her expression slightly.

“Are you okay…”

As expected, his body would not be intact.

He was, above all, a cataclysmic calamity, even if he won the opponent.

In case you were injured…

“—Isn’t it time to stay like this!”

It was an important time to support her as a confidant. As she was about to release the polymorph to fly right away, she hesitated for a second.

Commands not updated.

His mission was still to protect the snowfield.

It was against the owner’s command to leave now.

“·······.”

Thinking about that made my hair go numb and chills came out.

She stopped nailed to the ground and agonized for a while longer.

Master’s command and loyalty to him.

What to prioritize.

Then, suddenly, things from the past came to mind.

She is the one who stayed here for thousands of years alone.

The reason was that the owner left behind a name. And the reason he left was because he couldn’t help himself properly.

“…That’s right.”

Even if he was guilty of rebelling, it was the duty of a servant to devote himself to his master.

My complicated head cleared up in an instant.

“We shouldn’t repeat Wu again.”

Soon after, her whole body twisted and the silver dragon king rose into the sky.

Remnants of the past that have already become legends a long time ago and can only be accessed through literature.

The white dragon rod left for the continent.

Stribon’s guest room.

It snowed non-stop outside, and the gloomy sky didn’t let the sun shine.

Sitting in the corner, I quietly hugged my knees and pondered.

“…Mmm.”

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I thought and thought again.

Still, nothing came to mind, so I spat it out.

“What is precious?”

“Huh?”

Nell, who was cleaning her vampire suit, blinked her eyes.

She stopped her hand and asked again.

“Something precious?”

“Yes.”

I recalled one item.

Disaster Apocalypse.

In order to use the only weapon to contain this calamity, a valuable item was needed.

He was hit quite hard, but he was evil and cunning, so he didn’t know what tricks he might pull.

As a snow woman, I didn’t have the strength to face the final boss.

So, securing the ‘sacrifices’ was essential.

Nel tilted her head.

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“Just. I’m curious.”

However, nothing came to mind.

I also considered the s*x of the eye, but it was eliminated.

There were a lot of items in the warehouse and dressing room, but the useful ones had already been used up.

I felt nervous every day.

Perhaps the current me would be firmly stamped even if I was stamped by disasters.

It would be the end if an angry guy came to visit.

“If it’s something precious… That, what are you talking about? A thing? A concept? Or…”

“… Huh?”

My thoughts were interrupted by the voice I heard from close by.

Before she knew it, Nell was right in front of her.

Her eyes looking at me were somehow hot.

“······People?”

It was a feeling of anticipation.

What is it?

I rolled my eyes and answered honestly.

“Stuff.”

“…Ah.”

She blurred her expression, as if disappointed.

However, as if it was because of her mood, she raised her head again.

“Ah, a thing. A thing…”

And muttered with her serious eyes.

I was the one whose head was bent in one way or another, but returned to its original position at her next words.

“The word precious means liking it… Shouldn’t it be related to what you want to do in order to feel good about things?”

“What I want to do.”

It was a new perspective.

I repeated it and she shrugged her shoulders.

“Blacksmiths must have started because they wanted to make a weapon. Literary writers must have wanted to write their own. Weapons and books that they made. There’s no way they would hate it, right? Everyone wants something.”

“…Anything you want.”

I thought about that.

There was nothing in particular that I wanted to do, and all I wanted was to get rid of all my worries and live a peaceful life.

To do that, you must get rid of the disaster.

But in order to get rid of the disaster, you need something precious…

He frowned at the constant entanglement.

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Uh…”

He expressed disapproval as he had in his heart.

It was simply out of frustration.

But she said as if Nell, who was hesitant for some reason, had made a mistake.

“…Well, there’s no way you’ll be satisfied with jobs like that.”

“Huh…?”

Suddenly, he started demeaning the jobs that were fine.

That’s not true.

Knowing how I feel, Nell wrapped her hair around her head and mumbled.

“Then there’s nothing to try… There’s really nothing around here. Disdel isn’t very developed culturally. This boring, old-fashioned neighborhood.”

“·······.”

Then we went down to the city.

As she watched from a distance, her head popped up as if something had occurred to her.

“How about going to Chelmsford?”

She followed, she said.

My eyes widened.

That’s right Chelmsford. There it was

“The Holy Land, Chelmsford, is the heart of the Reformation, so it has everything. From before the Great Shrine to the cathedral, sanctuary, temple, hot springs, and so on… It’s also close to here.”

As she continued to speak, an exclamation mark appeared on the top of my head.

I was overlooking a very simple fact.

“…Chelmsford.”

A large amount of fetishes and holy relics are dormant in this most important base in Astar.

Some argue whether or not they have divine power, but they are fundamentally no different from relics.

Catalyst was also a relic.

Then, wouldn’t it be fine to find one that suits me? Whether you can get it or whether it can become a valuable item is another matter, but it’s better than just standing still.

“Well… You probably won’t like it, right? There must be a reason why you’re here. I just did it. If you’re not interested, don’t mind—”

“That’s it.”

I jumped up, letting out Nell’s awkwardly ending voice through one ear.

Nell was taken aback.

“Uh, uh?! What?”

I answered in a small way, holding my bag.

“Chelmsford.”

“Huh?”

“I’m going there.”

It wasn’t just because of one artifact.

Unsavory rumors were also circulating there.

I’m guessing it’s Grand Master Clavia’s scheme.

I was in the middle of figuring out how to respond, but if I had to stop it anyway, it was better to go in advance.

It is a ploy to kill two birds with one stone.

She stood up, revealing her embarrassment.

“Right?! So suddenly?”

“I’m determined. Delay is a waste.”

“That…But that’s the case.”

Nell put her fingers together hesitantly at the unfolding like a rage. I looked out the window.

Daylight opaque.

The weather is weather, so it gets dark in an instant.

He sighed coldly as he headed for the door.

“You don’t have to follow me. I’ll go alone.”

“······!”

It was half sincere.

Now that the curse has been resolved, I can live as I please without having to suffer with me.

If you don’t want to go, there’s no reason to take them.

But the frightened Nell hurriedly chased after them.

“I’m going, I’m going! It’s not that I don’t like it, I was just surprised.”

Then she quickly packed her things and stood beside me.

I nodded my head with a subtle feeling of being happy and apologetic.

“… That’s right.”

Did you build a sense of intimacy while hanging out together? Her

She wasn’t bad, so she left her inn with her.

······Sometime after the two of them left.

The door to the room where Quilière was staying was thrown open.

“The cute me is here!”

The culprit was Cigna with braided hair.

She became quite close with the two of them—in her opinion—she came to Quilière’s room every day.

As she loves money, Nelsartilla was an interesting figure, not to mention Quillier, who always smelled like money.

Now that the curse has been resolved, and since I apologized for the past, there was nothing to hold back.

But no answer came back.

“…What?”

Cigna blinked her eyes and looked around her room.

Empty space.

There was no pretending to be present.

“Maybe he went out.”

She thought as she placed her finger on her lips.

There was still an uproar over Mr. Quilière’s talk outside.

Call me a savior who chased away a disaster or a saint.

Since a feat is a feat, it was not a flame that could be quickly extinguished.

Even being invisible only added to the mystery.

The situation of praising her for escaping from the world and reaching the level of transcendence was close to madness.

That’s why I didn’t go out well, and even if I did, I would have worn a hood.

“Ummm…”

I looked around the room, but there was no robe.

I couldn’t even see my luggage.

It seemed that something important was going on.

Looking out the window at her gray eyes, she smiled broadly.

Right after she did, she sprawled out on the floor.

“Wait!”

If you wait anyway, he will come.

It was someone else’s room, but it didn’t matter.

We don’t even know each other.

Rolling around with joy,

Her eyelids were heavy and she closed her eyes.

“I’ll wake you up when you come!”

Let’s just sleep until then.

Her smiley face gradually loosened up.

Perhaps fatigue has accumulated lately, Cigna soon fell asleep in her dark sleep.

Until her day changed and the sun rose, no one woke her.

The Arundel Empire stretches across the continent.

The status of the aristocratic families, which are no different from their roots, is high. In particular, when discussing the nobility of the empire, there was always a prestigious family that could not be left out.

Robrock’s House of Griffeon.

Princess Bully Je was in her own room and was confronting a man.

The blond man opened her mouth with a clear look.

“Can I get help from your brother?”

Artan Pricus, the Crown Prince of the Empire and her fiancé.

He was hungry for growth after meeting a woman.

Bullyze’s brother meant Harold Griffeon, the eldest son of Griffeon.

His nickname is Sword Master.

It was perfect as a tutor.

After hearing her circumstances, I responded by sweeping her long green hair.

“You’re going to appoint your brother as Taesa?”

“To put it mildly, yes.”

She listened to her and buried her back in her chair.

I carefully weighed the gains and losses.

“…Hmm.”

The offer itself wasn’t bad.

No, it was rather good.

It is the crown prince’s crown prince, so it is the family’s honor, and it also gains an advantage politically.

Harold wouldn’t refuse if she asked. However, one thing was questionable.

“Suddenly why? It seems like you’ve been busy with training lately. Is that an extension of that?”

It was.

Even though she was the crown prince who always took care of herself, she thought it was a bit excessive these days.

She heard that she practiced with her eyes closed almost with her bare body.

“·······.”

Artan was silent for a moment as if choosing her words.

Looking at her with her serious eyes, she opened her mouth soon after.

“That’s right. I was aware of my shortcomings. I thought I couldn’t continue like this. I need training.”

“What did you save?”

“That’s…”

When there was no definite answer, Bullyze raised his eyebrows.

She had a bad feeling.

The extended horsetail soon broke off.

“It’s nothing special. I’m just disappointed in myself. I was badly beaten in a sparring with the knights.”

“When was the Dalian held?”

“A while ago.”

“Hmm.”

There is something.

Her keen intuition whispered.

But apart from that, the story is fine with her.

Her family’s interests as well as the growth of her crown prince were pleasing to her. She

She accepted without much hesitation.

“Okay. I’ll tell my brother.”

“Thank you.”

“Is the business over?”

At her calm question, Artan shook her head and stood up.

“Yes.”

He coolly turned his back, and Bullyze looked away with a wink.

There was no need for a long conversation.

The two childhood friends didn’t even have a relationship like that.

“Ah.”

Just before leaving, Artan remembered something and stopped.

He raised his hand and pulled out a rustling object from his inside pocket.

It was a single green rose wrapped in wrapping paper.

The conversation with Quilière revived in my mind.

– Reinforcing internal stability.

-···Resilience?

– It means to take care of your surroundings. Instead of this nonsense.

Her words were extremely cold.

I thought that the circumference that Quilière spoke of included bullying.

She must not be unaware of our relationship even though she is the same as her.

“…In the meantime.”

I’ve been away from bullying.

She had been holding an unreachable woman in her heart all along, so she unconsciously avoided it.

But there was no need to be so harsh.

Turning around, he handed a rose to his childhood friend.

“Take it.”

“… Huh?”

Bullyze’s eyes widened as he tilted his head.

The slightly open mouth proved the surprise.

It was my first time doing something like this, so it was understandable.

“What is it? A present…?”

“Sincerely. Talk to your brother.”

“Huh? Eh.”

She took her flowers.

It was a jingreen rose that was the same color as her and her hair.

“Sure.”

Artan left as if he had finished his work.

Left alone, she muttered in a daze.

“Everything is fine.”

The crown prince of the world gave all the presents.

It’s a common flower gift, and even that is only one flower.

She wielded a brilliant rose.

“I heard people die when they suddenly change.”

It was an unusual thing to the point of saying nonsensical things. Well, he wouldn’t have given it out of pure favour.

Whatever the trigger, it’s not a bad direction.

Even if she doesn’t love her, he will become his husband someday, but there must be a wall between them.

After cooking, cooking, and finally turning around, she put her rose in a pot.

“It’s pretty.”

I especially liked the color.