บท 353: || Chapter 345 || You Must Understand

"M-My Lord."

A trembling voice spoke out, echoing towards Moulin's ears. The room was too cold. If it were another person, their toes would be frozen stiff, their bones creaking and their bodies frightfully shivering from the cold. Thus, Moulin was alarmed when he heard the young voice. His eyes turned towards the doorway and sighted one of his elven attendants who was in charge of delivering his meals every day.

Moulin was aghast. The poor boy was frozen stiff. The frozen floor swallowed his feet and Moulin was certain the flesh of the boy's bare hands were stuck holding the metal tray. A pitiful breath escape the youth's lips and Moulin was doused with infinite guilt.