"Need a hand?" Sera, floating in the icy seawater, looked up toward the voice, only to see a square block of ice drifting beside her. Mr. Sno stood at the edge of the ice, smiling at her. As for Light, he had somehow already climbed onto the ice. Judging by the fact that not even the hem of his clothes was wet, he had probably just luckily fallen onto it.
"Thank you." Sera reached out, then felt a tremendous force pull her up. She was lifted straight out of the seawater and casually set down on the ice, which radiated a chill.
The floe was roughly seven or eight meters across. Judging by how high it floated above the sea, it had to be at least two or three meters thick. Mr. Sno's rather expensive-looking piano now sat in the middle of it.
Sera noticed that the piano was giving off a faint warmth. Though it could not completely drive away the cold, it at least kept her, freshly pulled from the seawater, from succumbing to hypothermia.
Watching Sera walk over beside the piano and begin rubbing her hands, Sno's lips curled slightly upward. However, he showed no intention of helping her. He merely stroked his Spellbook and began constructing "walls" across the ice.
"Light, take a feel. Which direction should we drift in to have a better chance of finding people?" Only after walls of ice had blocked the sea wind from all sides and the temperature atop the floe had begun to rise did Sno ask Light.
"Miss Sera said earlier that she had already notified her friends..." Light spread his hands, speaking as evenly as possible. Sera, half-dazed from the cold, immediately spoke up when she heard herself mentioned:
"That's right. Earlier, while I was taking advantage