Khun stood in the middle of a snowy road, surrounded only by the occasional passing car.

People preferred to stay at home so as not to freeze, but Aguero... He proudly chose solitude. He had no desire to sit with anyone or celebrate. Betrayal and the stigma of exile made him acutely aware of his position. But even so, he still had connections...

He had real friends whom he treasured very much. That was his current life.

Aguero looked up at the sky, which was slightly overcast. Snowflakes were slowly falling, and one of them landed on his nose. This caused him a slight surprise.

This snow reminded him of something important. About the power he inherited from his father, whom he hated so much and wanted to overthrow. Now, he could use the "ice spear", which had once disgusted him as well. However, Baam helped him realize that this power belongs only to him. Therefore, the spear no longer disgusted him and blended perfectly with the surroundings. But he wouldn't risk using it outside of battle.

Khun kept walking until he stopped at your house. The light was on, which meant that you were at home. The thought made him happy, and he took a deep breath.

This man was so talented and smart that he could handle any task, even the most difficult one. However, despite his abilities, he had difficulty performing noble deeds.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and cursed softly to himself. His hair, light steel with a blue sheen, seemed to stand on end from anger.

And then suddenly...