Happy times always passed quickly.
Besides, wearing Zhao Si and Malenia out with a snowball fight was impossible.
Zhao Si's physical abilities now approached those of a Demigod.
Even his use of the Flowing Sword was almost on par with Malenia's.
Melina was still doing all right, but Helena was exhausted.
She was just an ordinary Finger Maiden.
And that was with Zhao Si and Malenia making a point of going easy on Helena.
Otherwise, there was no telling how many snowballs she would have taken.
Zhao Si lay straight down in the snow and stretched.
The snow on the Consecrated Snowfield was thick. Lying down left a shallow, human-shaped hollow.
It was like being buried in snow.
Malenia's joy was written all over her face. She really had never had a snowball fight with anyone.
Her status was secondary. The main problem was that no one could play with her.
As a child, she had suffered from the ravages of rot. Miquella had finally managed to bring it under control, and only after she had her Golden Prosthesis could she move about freely.
With a rotting body and an ugly face, the little girl could hardly have felt comfortable about it.
She disliked seeing people, and going outside to play was inconvenient.
After finally growing up under Miquella's care and finding the courage to venture outside, she had met her master, the Flowing Water Swordsman.
One could say Malenia had missed out on her childhood.
Miquella could not play with her. Her brother was also in poor health and grew short of breath with exercise.
Godwyn had already been older then, an adult. Even if he wanted to play with a child, he had no time to come.
What Zhao Si had done today made up a little for