110 Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

March mornings were colder than expected. Winter had passed and spring had arrived, but spring had not yet fully bloomed. The winter chill was more stubborn than expected, and the flower buds trembled as they silently longed for the cold to go away.

“Haa…….”

And in the season of those silent flowers, Ian exhaled into the air and shoved his hands into his coat pockets. His hands were too cold to keep out for long.

He considered putting on gloves, but gave up because they would make it hard to react in an emergency.

Indeed, wearing gloves would naturally dull his response. It would make it hard not only to flip through the grimoire’s pages, but also to pull out the things stored in his inner pocket, so at least when handling requests, it was easier to keep his hands bare. The cold? Sadly, he’d just have to endure it with willpower.

‘Still, putting a hand warmer in my pocket does help a bit.’

Ian nodded to himself in satisfaction, kneading the rough-feeling heat pack tucked in his pocket.

“Boo.”

As he did, someone came up behind him and covered his eyes with a hand.

A temperature colder than ice sent a tingling shock through his skin and straight to his brain. Ian flinched and immediately pulled the hand away...