Chapter 100

Yeriel opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was the white snow falling from the dark sky and landing upon her face. Yeriel closed her eyes, wiped away the snow, and opened them again. All she could see was snow. The sky, the earth, and the horizon were all blanketed by snow.

“…”

Yeriel stood slowly and looked far away, beyond the snowfall that swayed before her like a thick curtain. There was an old house in this pure white world, a mansion with a roof and window frames covered in white.

Yeriel blinked.

“Where have my vassals gone?”

That was the first question she had. The four vassals who came with her were nowhere to be seen. Yeriel, worried, decided to first approach the only place that wasn’t completely covered.

Rustle… rustle….

She walked forward, her footprints engraved in the snow.

“…Everyone! Are you there?!”

Arriving at the door of the mansion, she yelled out. There was no answer, and the door would not open even after shaking the doorknob.

“Ah.”

Yeriel realized what she had to do and took out the key from her pocket. She slammed it into the locked door; there was no need for a keyhole. She just put it in and twisted — the door opened.

“Is anyone… here?”

The inside was plain, like that of any old house someone could imagine.

Tack- Tack-

The sound of a crackling fire in the fireplace and the fragrant smell of tea. Yeriel moved toward it as if possessed.

“…?!”

She stopped as soon as she reached the living room. Near the fireplace sat a familiar person in a rocking chair.

“Deculein?”

He looked at her, holding a teacup in one hand and resting the other on the chair’s armrest.

“Yeriel.”

“…”

Yeriel was nervous. If Deculein were here, there could only be one reason.

“…Did you already know?”

He shook his head. It was a serious question, but the answer was bizarre.

“I am not Deculein.”