It was a cold and snowy winter day, but the windows of a room in a guest house in the capital of Agartha were open. At the window, there was a man. It was Linos, the king. He is staring at the silver world seen through the window, eating sothing. Behind him, a figure is seen.
"...Aren't you cold?
It was Matkal who was speaking to him. Linos glanced at Matkal. However, he is still eating sothing.
"I've put up wards. No problem. Basically, we adjust the temperature to be at its optimum inside the warding. Huh? Didn't we have wards on the mato?"
"I had them put up wards to keep them from being attacked... but not the temperature..."
"Oh, I see. Then let's rewire. There you go.
"...warm. That's convenient, Master Linos' warding. ...I'm getting weaker and weaker with you..."
Linos glances at Matocal, who mutters in confusion, and smiles. He reaches for a box on the desk, takes sothing, and throws it into his mouth.
At that mont, several faerie dragons appear outside the window. Linos stands at the window, facing them with a cold wind blowing in.
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