The Chaser of the Wild Hunt (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

)Watching the suddenly quiet Earl Leipzig, Adolf paused his staff slightly and filled the window back in.

"...Using Earth Attribute mana to cast a Winter Angel spell is still a little too much of a strain, huh."

Adolf's brows furrowed slightly.

It took that long to freeze... If it had been Petrification, Earl Leipzig would have turned to stone in an instant.

The old man ordered, "Move it upstairs."

At his command, numerous undead appeared behind him. They giggled and agreed, frolicking carefree where the old man could not see them.

At that moment, however, the black-robed old man suddenly looked toward a corner.

There, mounted on a Ghost Pegasus, Aleister's noticeably pale skin gradually emerged into view.

She was currently using Bayard's body—she had to provide the life force for Lily and Selene, and as an adult, Bayard's body possessed far more vigorous Blood Energy than Aleister herself.

Aleister suddenly exhaled a puff of white air. Looking at the ice sculpture surrounded by undead, she asked curiously, "Who is that?"

"Earl Leipzig. He should be fairly famous. But there's no need to worry about him."

Adolf answered casually, then frowned as he scrutinized Aleister's Bayard-like appearance.

He pushed up his glasses and stared for quite some time before half-guessing, half-recognizing her. "Aleister?"

"That's me."

Aleister smiled. "How come you couldn't recognize me just because I changed my appearance?"

"...There are still some similarities, but they're both merely fleshly shells for the soul."

Adolf relaxed and stubbornly added, "At least both have black hair and green eyes. And both are Children of the Moon..."

"You sound a little face-blind."

"Heh, how could that be? I have a profession level in the Path of Beauty. Back in the day, my sketches were highly regarded in Antimony's art world..."

Old Adolf looked