Chapitre 1918: Freezing Bed

*Gasp!~*

The crowd had their breathing suppressed at that moment, wondering what would happen, only to see Young Palace Master Faus Lanate become encased in ice by Natalya's quick attacks that they couldn't even see how she was forming all of them within the span of a few seconds.

All they literally saw was a raging man furiously attacking the woman before he became frozen inside a clear chunk of ice. Even now, there was no change of expression on his face, seeming to be brimming with cruelty and hatred.

Natalya's dainty legs moved towards the side as she looked at her own piece of her art as though she had created a painting, catching the moment where Faus Lanate's expression was warped with craziness and his lips curved with pure malice, his hand curving in an arc, reaching out to her give a humiliating slap, except it had failed.