"Ha..."
Triss exhaled a puff of white mist, feeling that Plymouth was colder this year than ever before.
"In weather this cold, I hope this winter won't freeze even more people to death..."
Although the New Year was drawing near, there was little festive cheer to be seen in the Lower City.
When everyone was struggling desperately just to survive, celebrations became something very distant.
"The only good news is that bread has finally stopped getting more expensive..."
Stepping out of the warm bakery, Triss could not help curling up slightly.
Of course, she had no idea that prices ceasing to rise was partly the result of the recent compromise between the Emperor and the Church. She only felt the cold wind cutting into her bones.
Clutching a paper bag full of bread, Triss prepared to jog home.
At some point, snow had begun drifting down from the sky, and there were few pedestrians on the road.
Bang!
The snow blurred her vision, and she lightly bumped shoulders with a woman approaching from the opposite direction.
The ordinary-looking woman braced herself against the wall beside her in pain, bending over.
"Ma'am? Are you all right?"
Triss was startled at once, afraid that she had somehow injured the other woman.
Seeing the fur coat the lady wore, she inwardly clicked her tongue. Knowing that coat was worth a fortune, she was so frightened that tears nearly welled up in her eyes.
"I'm fine..."
Dairis answered between ragged breaths. She was doing her best to restrain her emotions, preventing every strand of her hair from losing control and turning into writhing snakes.
Ever since arriving in this city, she had been unable to suppress the urge to madly destroy everything.
This was not merely an order from the divine oracle, but also