Crimson Servant

Dahlia Snow stepped on the snowy road with only a few footprints. The sound of her feet pulled the thoughts of the eldest daughter of the Northrend nobles away from the heavy schoolwork. The children of the Snow family had to understand the environment and territory affairs they were in very early, in order to prepare for the succession that could come at any time. The harsh environment and the habit of doing everything personally made every patriarch of the Snow family not long-lived. Under the influence of the family, Dahlia felt a sense of urgency of being chased by time a long time ago.

I hope this time will bring changes. Dahlia thought to herself.

Dahlia Snow was not originally a candidate for the next patriarch. Before her brother disappeared, the family had not trained her as an heir. The hasty arrangement forced the girl who was concerned about responsibility to grit her teeth and persist, but Dahlia, who was not fully prepared, obviously did not meet the standards in many aspects. Dahlia felt heavy-hearted and forced herself constantly because of her father's disappointed eyes and the fear of failing Snow's reputation.

Until recently, Dalia discovered a turning point. In her brother's room, she found a small piece of ore that she was not familiar with. The disappearance of Snow's eldest son, who was in charge of mining, was likely related to the ore he left in the room. After asking around in the family without success, Dalia Snow found an adventurer who was famous in Northrend.

Lucien Tyril.

I hope this adventurer, who is praised by the people, can bring good news.

Dalia came to the temple, looked at the slightly dilapidated venue, and felt sorry for the ancient patron saint of the Snow family enshrined in this temple. Northrend is not rich. The Snow family is devoted to the construction of the territory, and it is inevitable that they neglected the guardian of the snow. Even the offerings to the gods will be given priority to become food for the snow disaster. The temple that was built at the beginning has now become almost an empty shell and has become a welfare home for adopting orphans in the territory.

There is no point in continuing to blame yourself! Dalia! Look forward! Think about things within your ability!

Dalia rubbed her face, and before pushing open the door to the inner hall, she returned to being the strong and steady eldest daughter of the Snow family.

Dalia Snow pushed open the door, and a dazzling light shot directly onto her body, causing a drastic change. Dalia looked at her attacker nervously, and saw Mr. Inlucian and the children beside him. Her body, which had just reacted to the battle, relaxed.

A beautiful... men's outfit appeared on her body? Her vision was raised a little, and Dalia had a feeling that she had been turned into a man.

"Another prince!" Inlucian's voice resounded throughout the room, and the children's expressions became more and more excited as the man introduced them.

"Where does this prince come from? Oh, he comes from our Northrend, and he is Prince Snow. This kind prince heard the news of Princess Ashley's birthday, and even though he was busy, he took time to send his blessings to Ashley."

Lucien's introduction and the blushing children made Dahlia understand the situation. This was some of Mr. Lucien's little magic. The eldest daughter of Snow raised her lips and performed the best performance and blessing in the screams of the children.

John Kemp stared at all this coldly, and his eyes seemed to be able to poke a few holes in the back of Lucien, who was a noisy child.

"You're right, Francis, he did prepare a wonderful answer." Even though John had just arrived, he had heard about the reputation of the Snow family in Northrend. The blessing of the respected and worshipped Snow family was undoubtedly the best gift for these children.

But we became a funny foil. Looking at the last "prince" surrounded by children, the sorcerer felt that he and Francis were forgotten in the corner, becoming a ball of air that was incompatible with the whole illusion.

"Of course, no one invited us in." Francis looked at the cheerful atmosphere in front of him, and his mood was gradually infected.

John was stunned for a moment, and recalled in his mind the initial proposal by Francis that the two of them enter the temple to avoid the cold. None of them were afraid of the cold.

"Francis, I remember..."

The gradually suspicious sorcerer stared at Francis, and the dark elf quickly interrupted him.

"Come here, John, the party is over, and now it's our time."

Francis took a quick step and waved back to signal John to follow.

The children reluctantly left Lucien and Snow "Prince" under the drive of Sister Kersi. The illusionist and the noble stood side by side and looked at the two foreign "princes" who came forward.

The illusion dissipated like a mist, and the four saw each other's appearance for the first time.

Lucien was wearing a light brown leather coat, with a capable and simple look. His hair was carefully groomed and neatly attached to his head. His small eyes were habitually narrowed, and his two thin lips were stretched out into an arc.

His smile was stiff and false, as if he had just put on a human skin mask after lifting the illusion.

"Oh, Francis, what brings you here?" Inlucien opened his arms, and when the dark elf was close enough to hug him, he retracted his hands.

Francis also laughed, because he was not used to making such an expression, and his smile was as false and stiff as Inlucien's, but more dangerous. When John saw Francis laugh, Inlucien stopped laughing.

"At least it's not the north wind."

The two of them communicated like a secret code, and Inlucien gradually recovered from Francis's hunting smile and regained his confidence in the familiar conversation.

"Is the time up?"

"The time has come."

"Are all the people together?"

"Everything is ready."

The question and answer made the sorcerer frown. Just as John tried to decipher the communication between the two, he noticed that Prince Snow on the other side glanced at him.

Francis's friend domain separated John and Dalia. Under the guidance of the breath, they found the same doubtful people.

Dalia gave the sorcerer a friendly smile. The familiar scrutiny in John's eyes reminded the young noble daughter of her strict father, and she couldn't help but straighten her back.

John saw that the "Prince" Snow on the other side inexplicably raised her broad mind to him, and shifted his gaze as if he was looking at a lunatic.

Lucien applauded twice, attracting everyone's attention. He glanced at the sorcerer and moved his eyes to Dalia Snow.

"Dear Miss Dalia, can you arrange a suitable place for us to talk about that thing?"

Dalia nodded obediently, and her eyes looking at the elves and sorcerers were full of hope.

"Of course, Mr. Lucien, so these two are..."

"The best fighters."

Lucien noticed John's increasingly cold gaze, and the smile in his eyes became even brighter.

"And a young man."