The Volkov family is a house built beneath the frozen soil of the north.
Accordingly, its efforts to ensure the survival of the family and its territory were more thorough than those of any other house.
“You’ve worked hard.”
Aisherel, the only daughter of that family and a Swordmaster, heard those words of encouragement when she went north this time.
“……Father, what did you just say─?”
“Ahem. I said you’ve worked hard. That’s all.”
From her biological father, Arctic Volkov.
He wasn’t the sort of man who praised Aisherel’s efforts.
He was a cold father who looked only at the final result and said, ‘Well done’ or ‘You failed.’
“Mmm, hng, mm….”...
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