Chapitre 147: 147 – Not as White as the Snow

Velvet woke up in a house and immediately straightened up with a wild breath. Before the prophet panicked, Candice held her body.

"It's okay, Vel. You were unconscious, but I have taken care of you." The mage hissed. "If your energy is like this, it seems you are quite healthy."

Velvet caught her breath, then looked around. Turns out they were in front of a burning fireplace, on the carpet, and the prophet was wearing a blanket.

"I found all of these in this house's inventory," Candice explained. "Please, don't lecture me about how bad it is to take something that belongs to someone else without permission. This is an emergency, Vel."

Velvet was silent, looking at the dancing flames burning the firewood. "Aren't we going to get caught if we light this up?"

"The choice is we get attacked or freeze to death." Candice shrugged. "Both of them are unpleasant."