Egeskov Castle.
Built atop a foundation of ten thousand piles planted across the vast lake, this castle on the water had been destined from the moment of its birth to embody the character of an era.
Thus, although the labor mobilized for its construction had been incalculable, even five hundred years later, it alone remained a cultural symbol of Denmark and supported the finances of the neighboring city.
For the two who had crossed the wind and snow to reach it, their true destination was not this historic landmark, but the primordial lake concealed beneath it and the surrounding world of white.
"So this is Lake Mimir..."
Looking at the place where, according to legend, Odin had sacrificed his eye to obtain wisdom, Roland murmured in wonder.
Even so, his face showed neither the satisfaction of reaching his goal nor the relief of completing a task.
Even the grandest scenery resembled a frozen oil painting in a world where time had stopped, lacking a little vitality. Once he grew accustomed to it, it was hard for it to stir him again.
Besides, with a girl far more beautiful than this scenery beside him, Roland was even less inclined to neglect what mattered for something secondary.
He turned his head and gazed at the profile of the girl standing so close beside him.
Her long hair resembled golden sand, and her fair, delicate skin was like smooth pearls, with an intoxicatingly silky feel.
Although her figure looked somewhat petite, it was by no means immature. Rather, like an exquisite doll, every inch of her body seemed a peerless masterpiece painstakingly sculpted by a master artisan.
And the curves of her silhouette were breathtakingly beautiful.
From her slender waist to her supple hips, they displayed the alluring figure hidden beneath her cloak