Jaden slowly walked onto the stage, each step echoing the frantic drumbeat of the audience's hearts.
He didn't walk directly to the two contestants but stopped in the center of the stage, his gaze calmly sweeping across the entire roaring studio, waiting for the thunderous applause and screams to subside slightly.
When the spotlight enveloped him, illuminating every silver thread on his dark, star-like tuxedo, he slowly turned his gaze towards the excited winner beside him, Mireille, who was almost in tears.
He didn't speak; he simply leaned forward slightly, making a classic and elegant gesture of invitation. Then, his voice, amplified by the microphone, drifted into everyone's ears like a magical breeze.
That voice was no longer the cold, 'abyssal' tone he had used earlier at the Eiffel Tower, but a new, unique timbre that blended the vastness of the sky, the gentleness of a breeze, and the majesty of thunder.
It was a captivating, seductive tone, as if it could make people feel the myriad changes of the weather firsthand, a voice that charmed the heart.
"Listen..." His voice was soft, yet it instantly quieted the noisy hall. "Do you hear it?"
"It is not silence, but the gentle, bated whisper before a storm. It is like a lover's fingertips, softly brushing against every eave of the city, telling you that a grand change is about to come."
His gaze turned to Mireille, his eyes deep and gentle, as if he could see through her heart, pounding with shyness and excitement.
"Just like you, Mireille. Your heart holds the gentlest breeze of early Parisian spring. You may be shy, you may be reserved, but it is this quietness, this unwillingness to contend, that allows the sun to fall most gently and the flower buds to bloom most peacefully.
What people long for is not always the scorching sun, but this warmth, like yours, that can soothe all anxiety."
Mireille's cheeks flushed under his gaze, and she stood as if frozen, staring at him blankly and adoringly, even forgetting to breathe.
Then, Jaden's gaze subtly shifted to Aurore, who stood nearby, her face a little pale but maintaining her composure. His tone, too, underwent a subtle change.
"And storms also have their meaning in existence." His voice took on a low, oppressive quality, like rolling storm clouds. "Some emotions, like cumulonimbus clouds, if they do not erupt in silence, will be destroyed in silence.
They long to become thunder, to become torrential rain, to declare their existence to the world in the most intense way. They are proud, competitive, they are unwilling to be mediocre... They are the most primitive force driving the world's transformation."
Aurore's heart trembled. She felt as if his eyes penetrated all her disguises, seeing the storm cloud of 'jealousy' wildly gathering deep within her heart.
Finally, Jaden withdrew his gaze and looked back at the entire audience. His voice returned to that dreamlike, intoxicating tone, delivering the final, splendid summary for today's 'coronation.'
"So, weather is the human heart. It can be gentle breezes and fine rain, or lightning and thunder. There is no absolute good or bad, only the most authentic expression of emotion."
He slowly walked to Mireille, taking the crystal laurel wreath, symbolizing the champion's glory of the weather girl, from the usherette's hands.
"And today, Paris chose gentleness."
He smiled and, with his own hands, gently and steadily placed the laurel wreath on Mireille's dark blue short hair.
"Let me crown you, my... Princess of Still Winds."
This poetic and doting, unique title, like a sweet lightning bolt, instantly struck Mireille's heart. She was so happy she almost fainted.
At this moment, the applause and cheers from the entire audience once again erupted like thunder!
In the park, "Wow! Mireille won! That's awesome!" Manon was excitedly jumping up and down, holding Marinette's phone.
The screen was paused on the scene where Jaden crowned Mireille.
Alya, while wiping ice cream from Manon's mouth, exclaimed, "As expected of Jaden... Even presenting an award sounds like reciting poetry. Is this guy's mouth coated with honey?"
Marinette, however, was completely stunned.
First, she was captivated by the sight of Jaden on her phone screen, wearing a splendid, never-before-seen tuxedo, like a dark prince, making her heart skip a beat.
Next, when she heard Jaden's magnetic and captivating speech about weather and the human heart, she felt her cheeks instantly burn, as if directly exposed to the summer sun.
"Princess of Still Winds..." She uncontrollably whispered the title, a complex emotion welling up in her heart—a mixture of envy, longing, and a tiny bit of jealousy that she herself was unwilling to admit.
She... also longed to be looked at by Jaden with such gentle eyes, to be given a unique title that belonged only to her... On the rooftop terrace of Chloé's house, on the other side.
Under a luxurious white parasol, Chloé was lazily reclining on a beach chair, enjoying her leisurely afternoon tea. Beside her, Sabrina, wearing gloves, was carefully using a silver knife to remove the seeds from fresh strawberries, one by one.
"Really, hurry up, Sabrina!" Chloé urged impatiently, "I'm practically dying of thirst."
Sabrina's phone was on a small table nearby, playing the live broadcast of the weather girl finals.
"What's the point of watching such a boring show, an awards ceremony for weather forecasters?" Chloé said dismissively, eyes closed. "You'd be better off researching next season's limited edition handbags. Hurry up, focus on deseed your strawberries for me!"
Just then, the host's excited announcement came from the phone: "...Let's welcome our most mysterious award presenter today...
...Mister Jaden!!!"
What?!
Chloé suddenly sat up from the lounge chair! She didn't care about her queenly demeanor anymore. She snatched Sabrina's phone, turned the volume to maximum, and, with Sabrina, stared intently at the small screen.
When she saw Jaden, dressed in his splendid tuxedo, slowly walk onto the stage, and heard his captivating speech, especially when she heard the line, "Let me crown you, my... Princess of Still Winds," she felt as if something had sharply pricked her heart.
Crowning someone else...?
How could that be?!
Were Jaden's words to her that day at the Eiffel Tower... were they all false?! He had said he would only let her be a queen!
A strong sense of betrayal, grievance, and anger instantly surged into her heart.
But, after she watched the entire awards ceremony and listened to Jaden's philosophical remarks about "gentle breezes" and "storms," her restless heart miraculously began to calm down.
Yes... what he praised was merely a docile "princess" who could only bring "breezes."
And his descriptions of "storms," "thunder," "the force driving world transformation"... wasn't he talking about her, Chloé?
He hadn't betrayed her. He had simply... in a more clever, more subtle way, reaffirmed that she, the "queen," was unique, a more powerful existence.
Realizing this, Chloé's mood instantly brightened. She tossed the phone back to Sabrina, reclined lazily again, a proud, victorious smile playing on her lips.
"Hmph, just a tiny 'princess,' that's all. I thought it was someone important," she said indifferently, with a tone full of superiority. "Compared to this queen, she's still far behind."
Sabrina, meanwhile, looking at Mireille on the screen, who was being crowned by her idol and was so happy she almost melted, showed a hint of unconcealed envy in her eyes.
After the awards ceremony, in the VIP lounge backstage.
Jaden had just seen off a group of congratulating TV executives. Mireille and Aurore also followed in, somewhat reservedly.
"Mister Jaden..." Mireille's face was flushed, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her skirt, too excited to know what to say.
Aurore, however, had already composed herself. She wore a polite smile, and although a trace of lingering disappointment remained in her eyes, she had regained her proud composure.
"Mister Jaden, your speech just now was truly brilliant." Aurore initiated the conversation, trying to break the slightly awkward atmosphere.
"Your performances today inspired me," Jaden said with a gentle smile, looking at both of them with a conciliatory tone. "Mireille's gentleness and your confidence, Aurore, are both indispensable landscapes in the Parisian sky.
Today's victory or defeat is merely a temporary choice by the audience and does not represent your entirety. I believe that in the future of Paris's meteorology, both of you will have a shining place together."
His words were impeccable, both comforting the loser and not belittling the winner.
As the two were about to say something more, Jaden's phone suddenly rang.
He gestured for them to pause, took out his phone, and saw the caller ID was "Nathan."
He answered the call: "Hello? Nathan, is something wrong?"
Nathan's somewhat helpless and apologetic voice came from the other end: "Uh... Jaden. Alya and Marinette, they're in the park where you often sleep... waiting for you."
Jaden's eyebrows raised slightly: "Hmm? How did they know?"
"Uh..." Nathan sighed on the other end of the phone, his voice filled with annoyance from being outsmarted. "Alya... first asked me some irrelevant questions about comics, and then... then suddenly asked me if I knew any places you often go to relax... I... I fell for it."
Jaden could almost imagine Alya's cunning 'reporter's trick' and couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright. I understand. I'm almost done here too. How about you two?"
"Marc and I are also done drawing and are about to go home. So that's it for now, goodbye."
After hanging up, Jaden looked at Mireille and Aurore in front of him, who were curiously looking at him.
Mireille's clear eyes were filled with shyness and adoration. She opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but was too embarrassed to speak.
Seeing her like this, Jaden smiled proactively: "What's wrong, my... Princess of Still Winds?"
At his call, Mireille's face instantly turned as red as a ripe tomato. She stammered, "I...I just wanted to...to thank you...for...for coming to present me with the award, and...and for giving me such a lovely title...I...I'm really...so happy..."
"This is an honor you deserve," Jaden said gently.
"Mister Jaden," Aurore chimed in, her voice carrying a subtle, earnest hint of a plea for him to stay, "Do you...have other plans? If you don't mind, Mireille and I would like to treat you to coffee as a thank you..."
Meanwhile, in a corner of the studio, Nathalie observed everything with a cold gaze.
She quietly opened the tablet in her hand again. On the screen, Gabriel's face lit up once more. He had clearly heard the backstage conversation through some channel.
"This young man...is becoming more and more interesting," Gabriel's voice held an elusive, chilling admiration. "He is like the finest unpolished jade; with a little carving, he could emit a light even I cannot predict.
At the same time...he is also the most dangerous double-edged sword."
"Sir," Nathalie reported in her unruffled voice, "His influence is spreading at a rate faster than we anticipated. Will this...affect our plans?"
"Affect? No," Gabriel chuckled, his smile devoid of any warmth. "He will only make my plan more perfect.
Because...I already sense a perfect wave of negative emotion, full of jealousy and resentment, born because of him."
He closed his eyes, as if savoring a delicious delicacy.
"Go, my cute little butterfly," he murmured, "Go bring a real...storm to the skies of Paris."
Akuma Butterfly silently flew out from the top-floor window of Agreste Mansion, cutting through the sky, flying directly towards the TV station.
In the backstage lounge.
Facing Aurore's invitation, Jaden smiled and shook his head.
"Thank you very much for your kindness. But I'm sorry, I have friends waiting for me," he said in a gentle yet unrefusable tone. "I hope there will be another opportunity next time."
Hearing this reply, both Mireille and Aurore's faces showed a hint of unconcealable regret.
"Then...all right."
Jaden gently bid them farewell and turned to leave the lounge.
He did not notice that, the moment he turned, Akuma Butterfly had silently flown in through the ventilation duct.
It seemed to instinctively want to approach Jaden, but when it was still a few meters away from him, it quickly hid in the shadows of the ceiling.
Mireille and Aurore also left the lounge. Mireille was still immersed in immense happiness, while Aurore politely bid her farewell and walked alone down the corridor in another direction.
At a corner, she unintentionally overheard two passing staff members talking in hushed voices.
...I really don't understand what the higher-ups are thinking. Aurore's overall data in all aspects is clearly better than Mireille's...
"Shh! Keep your voice down! I heard that this was deliberately arranged by the top brass to create that 'girl next door makes a comeback' contrast, which generates more buzz..."
"You mean...the result was fixed?"
"Don't talk so much! Let's go, let's go!"
The voices of the two gradually faded, but every word they spoke was like a poisoned ice pick, fiercely piercing Aurore's heart!
Fixed?
Contrast?
So...from the very beginning, she was just a ridiculous stepping stone, existing only to set off others?!
A strong sense of humiliation and anger from being fooled and betrayed, like a volcanic eruption, instantly engulfed her whole body!
Just then, the Akuma Butterfly flying in the shadows seized the opportunity to merge into an umbrella. Then a tempting, devilish whisper quietly echoed in her mind.
"Hello, Stormy Weather. They took away the glory that should have been yours; they trampled your pride underfoot. Are you truly willing to endure this injustice?"
Aurore was startled, "Who?! Who's speaking?!"
"I am Hawk Moth. I can give you power, the power to control blizzards and freeze everything! You will become the sole ruler of the Paris sky, and everyone will surrender under your storm! Then, you will personally take back your true crown from that so-called 'princess'!
"No...I don't want to..." Aurore clutched her head in pain, desperately resisting the temptation. "I...I can't..."
"What are you still hesitating for?" Hawk Moth's voice became even more seductive. "Don't you want him to see? Don't you want that...young man named Jaden, who crowned you, to see?
Who...is the true storm, who...is the only queen in this sky, most worthy of his loyalty!"
"Jaden..." When this name was uttered by Hawk Moth, Aurore's last thread of 'reason' snapped with a 'pop'.
Yes...she wanted him to see. She wanted everyone to see!
A Akuma energy, filled with icy coldness, instantly enveloped her whole body!
"I accept your power...Hawk Moth!
On the other side, the car stopped by the roadside in the park. The car door opened, and Jaden stepped out of the car.
He had changed back into his comfortable clothes; the magnificent evening gown, like a starry night, along with the identity of the "mystery guest" it represented, was left backstage at the TV station.
The sun stretched his shadow long. He took a deep breath of the park air, mixed with grass, soil, and a faint scent of desserts from afar, feeling as if the whole world had returned to being real and vibrant from the previous atmosphere full of spotlights and false pleasantries.
He followed the path from his memory towards the lawn where he often rested. After a few steps, he saw the familiar trio.
Alya, with her hands on her hips, looked at Marinette helplessly, as if saying, "I can't believe you."
Marinette, on the other hand, was completely engrossed in her own world. She held her phone, on which a video was repeatedly playing—the scene from the "weather girl" finale where Jaden crowned Mireille and called her "Princess of Still Wind."
She watched, mesmerized, her cheeks flushed more brilliantly than the evening glow, her lips uncontrollably curved upwards, occasionally letting out a small, satisfied sigh, lost in her thoughts.
And the little angel named Manon was completely captivated by the pigeons in the park, giggling and trying to chase those flying grey balls that seemed so interesting to her.
The whole scene was warm and filled with the unique, silly cuteness of teenage girls.
Jaden lightened his steps and quietly walked behind Marinette.
"What are you watching? So engrossed."
His familiar voice, tinged with a hint of a smile, was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering Marinette's beautiful fantasy.
"—Ah!!!"
Marinette jumped up like a startled rabbit! She fumbled to hide her phone behind her, but in her excessive panic, she lost her grip, and it fell with a 'thump' onto the soft grass.
The screen was still frozen on a magnified close-up of Jaden's smiling face.
At this point, she was caught red-handed, unable to deny it.
Marinette's face instantly flushed from her cheeks to the base of her neck.
She froze completely, her mind blank, stammering, unable to utter a single word: "I...I-I-I...that...no...I..."
"My savior! You're finally here!" Alya, seeing Jaden, looked as if she had seen the world. She quickly walked over, grabbed Jaden's arm, and pulled him in front of Marinette. "You need to rein her in!
She's watched this scene no less than fifty times! I feel like her brain is about to be filled with pink bubbles!"
"Is that so?" Jaden's gaze shifted from the phone screen on the ground to Marinette's face, which was almost steaming, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
Then, as if just noticing, he looked at Manon, who was happily playing with the pigeons not far away, his tone filled with just the right amount of surprise: "I didn't expect to find a cute little angel here."
Manon heard someone talking about her and immediately stopped chasing, running over curiously. She looked up at the handsome big brother in front of her.
"My name is Manon!" she introduced herself clearly and without shyness.
"Hello, Manon. My name is Jaden." Jaden also smiled and squatted down to meet her gaze.
For some reason, Jaden seemed to have a natural aura that made children feel close and safe. After only a few words, Manon was already familiar with him and even actively shared a piece of candy hidden in her pocket with this new big brother.
"Speaking of which," Alya, watching their harmonious interaction, finally found an opportunity to ask the question on her mind, "How did you suddenly come over? Could it be...a change of heart, knowing we were waiting for you here?"
Jaden stood up, brushed the grass clippings from his pants, and his gaze, seemingly unintentional, swept over Marinette, who was still 'petrified' in place. Then, in his usual gentle yet slightly teasing tone, he slowly said:
"I heard from a certain 'reliable information mister' that there were two beautiful princesses here, anxiously awaiting their knight in the park.
I didn't expect that upon arriving, I'd find not only two princesses but also a cute little angel as a bonus.
With such a grand welcoming ceremony, how could I bear to be late?"
His words were a double entendre, both pointing out Alya's 'betrayal' of information and, in an extremely romantic way, soothing Marinette's heart, which was flustered and embarrassed from being caught.
"Hmph! Good thing you're sensible!" Alya heard the teasing in his words, but her heart was sweet. "Your mouth is still so good with words, so pleasant to hear."
And Marinette, upon hearing the phrase "two beautiful princesses," her heart, which had almost stopped beating, began to pound violently again.
Was...was she also a princess? In his heart?
She felt her legs go a bit weak, and could only lower her head further and fidget with small movements to hide her immense joy that was almost overflowing.
"Let's go, don't just stand there," Jaden suggested. "The weather is so nice, why don't we play something together?"
And so, for the rest of the time, this small corner of the park became their exclusive playground.
They played the simple, relatively childish game of 'eagle catching chicks,' with Jaden as the "eagle" and Alya as the "hen," protecting a long line of "chicks"—Marinette and Manon—behind her.
Jaden didn't actually "catch" them, but rather enjoyed the chase, filled with sunshine and laughter.
Each of his "feints" would elicit a series of nervous yet happy squeals from Marinette and Manon.
During the game, Alya, the "best wing-woman," was tirelessly creating opportunities for her best friend.
She would, intentionally or unintentionally, "fling" Marinette in Jaden's direction when being chased, creating small, harmless physical contacts.
Each time, Marinette would jump back as if electrified, her face flushed and her heart pounding, then stammer, unable to even utter a complete apology.
Seeing her best friend's "disappointing" reaction, Alya was utterly speechless.
Finally, taking advantage of the moment when Jaden was playing with Manon on the slide, Alya pulled Marinette behind a large tree.
"Oh my goodness, Marinette!" she whispered, sounding more anxious than the actual person involved. "What is wrong with you?!
I created so many opportunities for you! You need to be more proactive! Even just saying a word to him would be fine!"
"I... I-I-I don't know..." Marinette was on the verge of tears. She wrung her fingers, her voice filled with grievance. "Whenever I see him... especially when he smiles at me... my... my mind just... just stops working... I don't know what to say or what to do..."
This was her; in front of the person she liked, she was always the clumsy girl who would be flustered, incoherent, and worried that she would mess everything up.
And while this sweet and innocent youth drama was unfolding in the park, at the other end, in the TV station's conference room, a storm was quietly brewing.
"...According to preliminary statistics, the viewership rating for this year's 'weather girl' finals has broken all our TV station's records for the past three years!
Especially the segment where Mister Jaden presented the award, the viewership reached a terrifying peak!"
A department manager in a suit was excitedly reporting to all the executives present, pointing at the data charts on the projection screen.
"Excellent!" The producer with a receding hairline, sitting at the head of the table, nodded in satisfaction. "Arrange for the pre-sale of merchandise immediately!
Especially the 'Princess of Still Wind' crystal tiara and the Q-version doll of the suit Mister Jaden wore—make sure they are on shelves before next week!"
"But... Director," another more cautious executive raised a concern, "won't we... by completely focusing our publicity on Mireille and Mister Jaden... displease Miss Aurore?
And thus... trigger a Akumatization incident? After all, the Hawk Moth situation... hasn't been a secret these past few weeks."
"What's there to be afraid of!" The producer with the receding hairline waved his hand dismissively. "Our TV station's voting process was 'fair, just, and open' throughout!
The final result was the choice of all Parisian citizens! What does she have to be displeased about?"
He paused, a shrewd and cold smile appearing on his face.
"Besides, we are making a show! We want to pursue this kind of dramatic conflict and topicality! She doesn't know that we intentionally tilted the publicity resources towards Mireille to 'create a sense of contrast,' so what can she do?
If she wants to cause trouble, she'll only go after Mireille and the citizens who voted for her! It has nothing to do with our TV station!"
"That... that's true," everyone present nodded in agreement.
They completely failed to notice that just outside the thick, soundproof door of the conference room, a figure exuding an icy chill stood quietly.
She had heard every word spoken inside.
"Fair, just, and open"?
"Create a sense of contrast"?
"Has nothing to do with us"?
It turned out that all her efforts, all her pride, became a meticulously designed, cold joke the moment she lost.
Stormy Weather—formerly Aurore—curved her lips into an extremely cold smile, filled with a desire for destruction. She slowly raised the magnificent Gothic parasol, made of deep purple ice crystals, in her hand.
In the conference room, someone suddenly shivered.
"Huh? Don't you all feel... a bit cold all of a sudden?"
"Yeah... what's going on? The air conditioning isn't even on?"
The once lively conference room was instantly enveloped by a sudden, eerie chill.
Just as everyone was wondering—
"Boom—!!"
The heavy solid wood door of the conference room was violently smashed open by an irresistible force! Countless fragments mixed with ice crystals shot into the room!
Everyone screamed in terror at this sudden turn of events!
When they, still shaken, clearly saw the figure standing at the doorway, everyone gasped.
It was a girl wearing a knee-length Gothic Lolita dress with puff sleeves. Her dress was primarily deep purple, despairing gray, and deathly black, adorned with intricate lace resembling frozen frost.
Her golden hair had turned an icy silver-white, and she wore an eerie yet sweet smile on her face, but her eyes burned with a mad rage capable of freezing everything.
She was Stormy Weather.
"Ah—! It's... it's an Akumatized Person!"
"Run!"
Stormy Weather gave them no chance to escape. She simply and gracefully waved the parasol in her hand.
A visible, deep purple cold current, like a tide, instantly swept through the entire conference room!
Most of the executives, without even having time to scream, were instantly frozen into lifelike ice sculptures in various poses, their faces still contorted in expressions of extreme terror.
Only the producer with the receding hairline and a few other core planners were deliberately spared by Stormy Weather.
"You... what do you want to do?!" They collapsed to the ground in fear, their teeth chattering uncontrollably.
"To the live broadcast room," Stormy Weather's voice, like the winter wind, was cold yet melodious. "I have some things I want to say to all the citizens of Paris..."
Driven by the fear of being turned into ice sculptures, those few scrambled to their feet and led the way.
In the corridor leading to the live broadcast room, they coincidentally ran into Mireille and Nathalie, who were about to leave the TV station.
"Aurore?!" Mireille exclaimed in surprise when she saw the familiar yet strange figure.
Stormy Weather's gaze instantly locked onto her. Her eyes were filled with biting jealousy and malice. She then glanced at Nathalie, who stood beside Mireille, looking alert and possessing an extraordinary demeanor.
One was the victor who had stolen her glory.
The other seemed to be an important figure from the Agreste Group? Perfect, she could use her. She changed her mind; instead of going to the live broadcast room, she would go to the rooftop.
"Princess of Still Wind, and Miss Assistant from the Agreste family," Stormy Weather smiled, pointing the tip of her ice crystal parasol at both of them. "You two, come with me.
Otherwise, I can't guarantee that my 'little snowflakes' won't accidentally turn you both into two beautiful ice sculptures."
Mireille and Nathalie had no means to resist and could only be taken to the rooftop under Stormy Weather's coercion.
On the rooftop, the wind howled.
Stormy Weather made Nathalie stand at the edge of the rooftop and then commanded in an unquestionable tone: "Now, use your Agreste Group channels to initiate a city-wide live broadcast for me."
"Sorry, I don't have such authority," Nathalie calmly replied, attempting to stall for time.
"Is that so?" Stormy Weather smiled. "Then let the person behind you, the one who can truly make decisions, do it. Open your tablet, now."
Nathalie's eyes narrowed slightly, but she still complied, opening her tablet.
Gabriel's authoritative face soon appeared on the screen. He feigned a look of surprised ignorance: "Nathalie? What happened? And who is this... lady in peculiar cosplay in front of you?"
"I am no cosplayer, Mister Gabriel," Stormy Weather's voice was filled with icy mockery. "I am Stormy Weather.
Now, I need you to help me initiate a city-wide live broadcast. If you refuse, your capable assistant here will, in the next second, become a very beautiful, permanent work of art.
You wouldn't want to see that happen, would you?"
"...Alright," Gabriel in the tablet pretended to concede.
Meanwhile, in the mental link belonging to Hawk Moth, which only the two of them could hear, he asked: "Tell me, Stormy Weather. What is the reason for your actions? What exactly is your wish?"
Stormy Weather looked up at the overcast sky, her eyes burning with a mad flame.
"My wish?" She laughed, her laughter filled with obsession and madness. "Of course, it's for my stolen trophy!
For my knight—Jaden—who should have been mine! And for... our two-person, ice-crowned, eternal future!"
"Oh? And that young man too?" Hawk Moth's voice took on a hint of playfulness. "Very good. But don't forget what I need."
"Don't worry," Stormy Weather's eyes grew even colder. "After I freeze all of Paris, I will present those two annoying little bugs, along with their accessories, as a small congratulatory gift for your coronation ceremony!"