Get Principal Theresa on the Line

There was not a trace of gloom in his heart.

Zhao Bai pointed at the iceberg.

The iceberg shattered inch by inch beneath the lingering force of his finger. From peak to base, every inch of ice and snow was sliced into tiny particles by invisible sword energy. Snow grains drifted up on the wind, and snow suddenly began to fall from the spotless sky.

The aurora shone alongside the stars.

Heavy snow drifted down.

If one ignored the sudden drop in temperature, the scene before them was an aesthetic feast that cleansed the soul.

"Whew."

Bronya sighed expressionlessly.

Setting out from St. Freya Academy, they had transferred through North Africa to Paris. What exactly had they been through? Only here, on the empty and uninhabited Arctic land, did this gift finally begin to look somewhat presentable. If Bronya had been interested, she could have written it in her diary.

[XX year, X month, X day. An aurora drifted across the sky. Zhao Bai made it snow just for me. The snow was beautiful. I liked it very much...]

Something cheesy like that.

But Bronya did not keep a diary. She watched Zhao Bai flatten a mountain with a flick of his finger, then watched him return thoughtfully and begin preparing the already-marinated seal meat.

The snow soon stopped.

This beautiful scenery vanished completely as well. From beginning to end, there had only been two spectators.

One of them tended to the barbecue, making sure the seal fat did not drip into the fire so the meat could cook thoroughly. The other stared unblinkingly at both the meat and the person grilling it. Which was she looking at more? Even she was not quite sure.

Then, reluctantly, both.

It was as though Bronya's soul had been stolen away by