Chapter 272

Even Lilith blinked.

Her indifferent expression betrayed her bewilderment as she looked at this strange, Monster.

To Lilith, Monster is a very strange thing.

Lilith didn't see them as simply monsters.

They resemble people, yet they are not complete people.

It should be said that they are precisely the missing part of a person's image.

After a while, in the deep silence of the heavy snow, Lilith answered:

"OK."

Late at night, the blizzard subsided a little.

In the forest, two Witch and a Snowman lit a campfire.

In fact, with Witch's Magic, one can ignite a pure light.

But this creates a better atmosphere.

Naturally, the Monster Snowman was not afraid of the warm flames.

So, on the other hand...

This Snowman is a Wind System Monster.

The prototypes of Wind System Monster are all inanimate objects.

The same goes for Snowman.

The prototypes of the Wind System Monster' desires are also quite strange.

Soon, the two of them also figured out the Snowman's desires.

It felt "lonely".

What a strange Monster.

This kind of desire is actually quite common, but it's rare for it to be so intense as to give rise to Monster.

Even for this Snowman in the Black Forest, the desire for "solitude" is only just beginning to emerge.

Not only are they very weak.

And it won't get stronger anymore.

It got lost in this Black Forest, not even knowing who its host was.

It also didn't know how to fill this empty desire, and thus couldn't grow any further.

In other words, it was a dying Monster.

No one in the Black Forest can befriend it and fill its loneliness.

Since this Monster is someone no one can harm, my sister naturally doesn't care.

She stayed to the side, listening to Lilith chat with the Snowman.

[Is the flame hot?]

"Yes, it's very hot."

Lilith rested her chin on her hand and responded indifferently.

[But I still feel very cold. I shiver every day in this snowy weather. When I feel the biting cold, a group of Fairies tell me to call out to you, so I call out to you from here.]

The Snowman is like an innocent child.

Its body, much taller than the girls, appeared clumsy and foolish.

Witch, of course, also feel hot and cold.

Even if they could choose not to experience it, most of them would still choose to experience it.

Otherwise, wouldn't life be incredibly boring?

Lilith felt a little cold.

"I've never felt the biting cold, nor have I ever shivered. You're clearly Snowman, so why are you afraid of the cold?"

The Witch Lilith's life was smooth sailing.

It won't make you sweat profusely from the heat, nor will it make you shiver from the cold.

It won't hurt, and it won't make you hungry.

She only feels sad occasionally.

That was when her dog named Luna, which she had raised when she was four years old, died, and when a little girl named Luna in the village near her home died of illness.

Will Magic bring them back?

If they left behind Monster after their deaths, what are those Monster thinking?

To bring them back, we'll need more complex Magic.

She might learn that when she grows up.

Or perhaps there is no such Magic at all.

Occasionally, she heard of a mad Magic girl who relentlessly hunted Monster in hopes of creating a wishing stone that could resurrect the dead, only to be eaten by a Monster deep in the Black Forest.

This serves as a warning to Magic girls whose desires are too greedy.

The Snowman only had a vague understanding of Lilith's question.

You'll feel cold someday.

It was said rather uncertainly.

This was the first time anyone had ever said that to Lilith.

"Why?"

Then she heard the Snowman say matter-of-factly:

[Because your winter will always come.]

"I can control the weather and keep the sky sunny."

Lilith's indifferent tone revealed her disdain.

[By then, you'll have forgotten all Magic except for winter, because you'll have nothing to think about but the cold.]

What a stupid Monster.

Even their words are incomprehensible.

It was all nonsense; even someone as intelligent as her couldn't understand a word of it.

She looked at the Snowfield illuminated by the campfire.

It was white and spacious, with thick snow everywhere. If you rushed in, you would get covered in snowflakes and look both silly and disheveled.

Lilith looked at the lonely Snowman:

Let's play!

[Play?]

"Yeah, do you know how to make snowballs? Use that to hit me."

In fact, this Wind System Monster's ability is to create snowballs.

These snowballs won't hurt when they hit you.

Lilith likes to pinch things with her hands.

No matter what she did, she disliked Magic.

This is called being down-to-earth.

[Okay, maybe that way I won't feel cold anymore. We can play until the end of winter, and then the warm spring will surely make me feel better.]

That's far too long.

Lilith couldn't comprehend the Monster's mind.

There's a reason these ugly things are called Monster.

However, she didn't plan to play with the Snowman for that long. She only planned to play for a while until she got tired of it, since very few people around her were willing to have a snowball fight with her, and some were even too lazy to make snowballs.

My older sister got involved too.

After all, they are just kids; there's no reason for them not to join in when they see others having a snowball fight.

In the midst of the heavy snowfall, a clearing covered in white snow was filled with footprints and the figures of people running. Snowballs were constantly being thrown back and forth, hitting each other. Some hit the trees and shattered, while others were swallowed up by the Snowfield and disappeared.

I can't remember how long this process took.

Not to mention spring, they didn't even wait for dawn to rise.

In the end, the older sister won.

Lilith was covered in snowflakes, which soaked her clothes as the snow melted.

The Snowman was covered in snow.

Of course, it was originally made of snow.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but after playing for a while, the Snowman seemed to have gotten much thinner than before.

She was almost twice as tall as Lily.

But now there's only one and a half Lily left.

The Snowman seemed unaware.

It simply means--

[It's a bit warm, no, a bit hot, or rather, it's too warm.]

This lonely Snowman was indeed lying.

I always feel cold when I say anything.

Even it's starting to feel hot now.

After running for so long, Lilith started to feel hot, unsure whether it was from exhaustion or the flickering campfire.

After playing for a while, the Snowman didn't want to play anymore.

But then it started to feel a little cold and longed for warmth, so it eagerly reached out its hand to Lilith and the others, wanting to stay warm and free from the chill:

What do we do next?

Lilith thought for a moment:

"Shall we dance?"

[Dance?]

It's not that they haven't heard of dancing.

Those snow Fairies dance every day.

However, it wasn't skipped along with it.

In the cold night wind, the girl, as white as snow, looked so beautiful and moving, as bright and gentle as moonlight in the Monster, gloomy world.

If you get close, it looks like a flame.

The flames danced.

The Snowman let out an unpleasant laugh.

How could it refuse?

Next, the older sister used Magic to play a Fairies sang, accompanying the Witch and the Monster. The whole silvery world seemed to be singing a warm melody, telling the story of the Snowman's heart, which was no longer lonely.

When the girl's hand touched the Snowman's twig hand, suddenly a large chunk of snow fell off the Snowman's body.

Lilith was confused.