Chapitre 464: A King’s Mercy - Part 2

The tundra, it was fiercer than any other winter on that godforsaken island. Almost poetic in a way, at least for those who survived the witch's hunt. Torn from their chest, their hearts lay beating on the snow–none of what she was looking for until eventually she found the hermits living up a mountain of snow. 

"S-sister I-I…" Dragging her brother's burnt body down that very mountain, Choux held her tears while listening to his hissing cries. "I-it hurts…It burns–ACKK! ST-STOP PLEASE!"

Being dragged along with his pain, his suffering had only gotten worse, and yet his sister kept dragging him towards the lower city. She hoped someone would help her, that someone could nurse her brother to health, but upon reaching that blood-soaked city, the only ones waiting for her and her brother were the crows, the vultures, and the wolves.