Snow was falling heavily, even though winter hadn't arrived yet. But that was a common sight in the northern region.
From one end of the land to the other, nothing but endless snow stretched as far as the eye could see.
Even so, to the people of the northern region, snow wasn't an enemy—it was a friend.
They had lived in those harsh conditions for thousands of years, and their bodies had naturally adapted to the climate.
"Ugh! It's so cold!"
Ethan hugged himself, trying to ward off the biting cold.
He was already wearing a very thick bearskin coat. Unfortunately, even that wasn't enough to keep him warm.
"Are you all right, Mr. Ethan?" Leona asked worriedly.
Ethan gave a stiff smile and shook his head.
"I'm… fine. I'm just not used to the northern region yet," he said helplessly.
He usually stayed in his office, which had a magical heater that kept the room temperature stable.
But two days ago, he had to travel to the Viscount Corvayne family's estate to pick up Leona.
