Welcome to the Golem Mayhem (2)

A chill colder than the autumn wind lingered at my fingertips.

I am the one who brings winter. The frozen lord of the bitter cold. The great Arendelle’s Let It Go Master.

For the next ten minutes, my name is Nord Menesil.

“The ancients have unleashed golems on Sargadis!!!”

─Crack!! I cried out as the mana coating of my Beast Regression turned blue.

“Everyone, charge!!! Rip out their heaaarts──!!!!”

“Um, does he always act like this when he fights?”

“You get used to it. It becomes kind of cute.”

The remark from behind felt like a smack upside the head, but it was fine. I bounced right back. If Fran thought I was cute, that was all that mattered.

“Waaah.”...