'This is De Man who was on guard at the door... He came to find Cezel, saying that... Colin came to visit?
...Colin is back?'
Shelley's vision gradually darkened, a layer of pale frost completely enveloping her body, turning her into a slumbering ice sculpture.
— After waiting impatiently at the door, Colin, who followed Atbolde and De Man inside, was ultimately met with such a scene.
"What happened?" He strode over to Lillian and gently took Shelley from her arms.
"Be careful, it's very cold." Lillian shivered slightly, instinctively reminding him.
In just a brief moment, before she could use Defensive Witchcraft, her hands had already turned bluish from the cold.
"Are your hands okay, senior?" Colin asked with a frown as he supported Shelley.
He didn't feel much pain; even without any protection as he held Shelley, he only sensed a chill.
"Just a bit of frostbite." Lillian shook her head, looking at Colin, her eyes gradually revealing uncontrollable excitement.
