"Enough."
When that voice rang out across the field and reached Riezel and "Gigabyte" in turn, both of their movements froze at once.
Riezel's fist stopped short of landing on "Gigabyte."
"Gigabyte" also abruptly halted his attempt to unleash the secret treasure he had kept hidden.
At the same time, a chill spread in from afar, like a silently expanding Blizzard. Everywhere it passed, the ground slowly froze over.
Then, accompanied by that quietly spreading cold, a set of footsteps entered the battlefield.
Ice-blue eyes.
Ice-blue hair.
A delicate face, yet as cold as frost.
Holding a crystal-like longsword that radiated astonishing cold, the girl walked over the ice. Standing ethereally amid the ice wind, she was both beautiful and chillingly aloof.
"'Ice Maiden'... little sister...!"
The desperate madness in "Gigabyte's" eyes was gradually replaced by infatuation and anxiety.
Riezel narrowed his eyes, expressionlessly releasing his grip and allowing the bruised, battered "Gigabyte" to slip from his hand and fall to the ground.
Shalti, who had arrived walking on ice, stared steadily at Riezel for a while before turning her gaze toward "Gigabyte" on the ground.
Looking at someone who should have been her companion, looking at his miserable state, Shalti's eyes held not the slightest trace of pain or anger. Instead, they were filled with disgust and coldness.
She looked at him as though he were nothing more than an eyesore blocking her path.
"Gigabyte" realized that, at that moment, his heart hurt even more than his body.
Although Shalti had always looked at him that way in the past, "Gigabyte," frivolous on the surface but deeply sensitive within, could still tell that this time was different.
When Shalti had looked at him like that before, "Gigabyte" had known that, in her eyes, he was actually an insignificant person.