In early March, the Aetherland Kingdom, its royal capital Gedalia.
The City of Forest was like a new painting that had just had winter's heavy canvas peeled away, revealing the stillness and freshness of early spring. The cobblestone streets, freshly freed from ice and snow, were damp and polished even brighter by the midday light.
The lakes in the city were gradually awakening. Gentle ripples spread across their surfaces, while petals occasionally drifted down on the breeze and lightly touched the water. The branches swayed, and the wind carried with it the faint scent of fresh grass.
Beside one of Gedalia's lakes stood a temple surrounded by ancient trees. From within came the priests' occasional murmured chants, interwoven with the songs of flowers, birds, and insects in the distance, forming a natural harmony.
In the Great Hall at the very back, tucked into one corner of the space, stood a massive bookshelf that nearly reached the ceiling. Many of the books' spines had yellowed from the touch of time, while others had been preserved like new.
The Ice Witch stood not far from the bookshelf. Bathed in natural light, she looked as though she had stepped out of a snowflake, her long dress floating lightly around her, pure and noble.
"An intelligence agent must remain calm at all times—everyone knows the saying."
At that moment, in this temple, the Ice Witch was giving Hughberlian her parting advice.
After all, if you became lazy and careless or lost your sense of proportion, even the Goddess of Fate would have a hard time helping you.
"I hope this card can protect you in my place."
The Ice Witch handed Hughberlian a Pink Divine Card wreathed in frosty mist.
Their conversation echoed through the icy Great Hall.
Hughberlian solemnly nodded and accepted the