"You call this thing a compass? Hehe, it seems my ice castle has been a rather poor host."
She idly toyed with Paper Moon, her indifferent gaze falling upon Ophelia.
"Do not forget, Ophelia."
"Every patch of ice and snow spread across this land is a part of me."
"I am the one who rules over all that is pure white."
"Thus, I know everything. It is all as clear as if I could simply reach out and pluck it from the air."
"Not only can I see everything, I can hear everything as well."
She rose from her throne and lifted a snowflake onto her palm. The cold it brought made one shiver involuntarily.
"The breathing, cries, and beating wings of living things."
"The howling wind from farther north, the sound of snow being swept up, the rustling of leaves in the wind."
"And—human voices."
"Ah, of course. I can hear the voices of those inside that Zero Sail vessel as well."
She smiled.
"The infirmary is quite busy right now. The others are doing their utmost to expand the barrier that keeps enemies at bay."
"Ah."
"How utterly... pitiful."
Suddenly, she looked at Ophelia once more.
"They are humans too, are they not?"
She seemed to be asking, yet also completely certain.
"Humans who protect life in order to continue surviving, to live on, to reproduce."
Ophelia frowned and turned to look at Sigurd.
"Saber, didn't I tell you?"
"Everyone other than Mash may be killed."
"I cannot tell humans apart by their appearances. The order you gave me was vague to begin with, wasn't it?"
"It is already quite something that I brought back what you wanted."
Sigurd did not tell the truth, casually making up an excuse before shrugging.
"Besides, don't you think it would be