Your Imagination is Running Wild, Friend

The Baekseol Mountain Range, located at the edge of the Demon Realm, was famous for being a region where it snowed all year round, just as its name suggested.

As expected of a mountain range, it was expected to have significant mineral deposits, but it was also a neglected place because it wasn't profitable with current mining technology.

Once the Capital-centric growth of the Demon Realm reached its mature stage, this countryside, where snow was always present, would transform into a tourist destination for wealthy citizens. Perhaps the lack of a thriving mining industry was a good fate that allowed it to maintain its value as a tourist spot.

However, the beautiful snow mountain climate, enough to be considered a tourist destination, was nothing more than a bitterly cold obstacle for Pastel's party, who had visited in the winter.

"Heuaaa!"

Pastel, with a scarf wrapped tightly around her neck, let out a scream mixed with the chill. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered, but it wasn't a cold that would go away just by her shivering a little.

The snow-mixed wind slapped her cheeks. Her cheeks were bright red as if she had been struck.

"Heua! Heua! I think the Church should have built its hideout in a warm place where the Subjugation Force could easily reach them!"

I agree.

"The answer is right there in your words."...