Northern Frontier, Frozen Palace.
The deep palace was bitterly cold. No matter how luxurious the place was, frost clinging to the walls concealed everything.
In the front hall of the Frozen Palace, frost covered the metal walls. A woman in a close-fitting purple dress, her long hair cascading loose, was reclining on the large bed| in the front hall.
The slit in the purple dress the woman wore was extremely high. Her skin was unnaturally pale, and together with her bright red lips, it created a striking contrast. She seemed to be the only color in this frost-covered palace.
"Little Amy is dead? She was always such a... useless coward who was afraid of pain."
The woman reclining on the large bed| sat up. She was Ayana, the eldest daughter of the Lord of Extreme Ice. Including her, the Lord of Extreme Ice now had three children.
Eldest son, Ice Armor. Eldest daughter, Ayana. Second daughter, Anta Amy.
Ayana sat on the bed| and stretched. She did not care in the slightest about what had happened with the Heavy Hammer Troops. The responsibility could be pushed onto Little Amy.
Or rather, Ayana knew very clearly that her father did not care about the three siblings at all. His eldest son, Ice Armor, did not even have a formal name and had been raised as a guard dog, while his second daughter, Anta Amy, had become a monster.
Ayana had witnessed all of this with her own eyes. She had chosen to collude with her father and put on a 'mask'.
Ayana also knew clearly that, in the eyes of the Lord of Extreme Ice, the three siblings could not even be considered his children. The mother and daughter whom that man truly regarded as family had been killed by the