บท 97: Alonso Snowcrest

Alonso Snowcrest, the King of Aritreia, was marching on top of his white horse, leading the huge army behind him, leaving their footsteps on the shallow snow that covered the White Merchant Road. It had been a few days since they passed through Mirante without spilling a single drop of blood on the pristine snow, a strange occurrence in any kind of war, giving people a sensation that they were not on a war, but on a simple vacation.

This feeling got more distinctive as they marched deeper into Stahl's territory. Normally, the beginning of winter was followed by hunter's sprint, hurrying to collect and store as much food as possible in order to pass through the most hazardous times of the winter, when a few hours outside was sufficient to kill a person. However, they found no such scene during the last few days marching North.