That same afternoon.
The sky was a blend of icy blue and light hues, turning it into a frozen, cracked azure screen. The gentle yet slightly cold natural light in this pure white world was reflected by the snow, making it incredibly blurred.
Bracing the snowstorm, three figures finally saw the outline of a city-state at the end of the snowfield.
"Shaar, you truly are the inheriter of the Assassin Family, thoroughly professional even as a scout. Without you, we wouldn't have found Chinston City till nightfall."
Lanci complimented Shaar with a smirk.
Shaar bowed his head slightly, somewhat embarrassed.
It had been a long time since he last heard such sincere praise.
Usually, people mentioned his family only to ridicule him.
But this person was different.
"Every single word you say seems to indirectly refer to me."
Sikder grumbled at the side.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Lanci touched his cheek, slightly numb from frostbite, and looked at Sikder, puzzled.