FAZER LOGINSeveral pieces of shredded flesh lay nearby, indistinguishable as to which internal organs they had come from.The child lay motionless, with almost no rise or fall in his chest.A young couple knelt beside him. The woman sobbed so violently that she could not straighten her back, while the man repeatedly slammed his forehead against the ground with a rhythmic thud."Archon Valecion, you have a Regeneration Pill. I beg you, please use it to save the child. I will serve you like a slave for the rest of my life to repay you!"Several elders with white hair and beards stood at the front of the crowd.The man leading them wore a solemn expression. He remained silent for a long time before finally speaking. "The Regeneration Pill… There are only three in all of the Valeciel family, and it is my means of staying alive."He paused and looked away. "I want to save your child as well, but the Regeneration Pill is too precious. Once it is used, there will be no replacement. I performed gre
Deep in the ice fields, bottomless crevasses began to appear. The terrain was so dangerous that even expedition teams would turn back at this point and keep their distance. Yet the snowmobile pressed on.The driver steered through the narrow fissures at speed, weaving with precision.Isolde watched as the ice along the edges of nearby crevasses cracked and collapsed just after the snowmobile passed, chasing after them like an avalanche.The sight was enough to make anyone's heart leap into their throat.The snowmobile raced forward. After crossing countless perilous gaps, it suddenly dipped and entered a hidden ice rift.Overhead, two massive ice mountains leaned toward each other. The layered ice looked ready to collapse at any moment, creating a suffocating sense of pressure.Isolde's curiosity deepened. 'Where, exactly, have the Valeciels built? In such a harsh expanse of ice and snow, where nothing seems to sustain life, how do they survive? Do they rely solely on their cold-
Mimi smiled, the expression deepening the lines on her face. "Lady Isolde, the Valeciels' people take special medicine from a young age to strengthen their constitution. Being unaffected by heat or cold is the most basic result."Isolde's eyes widened.Dozens of degrees below zero, and they wore only a single layer? It was nothing short of a scientific miracle.It was no wonder the Valeciels could settle in a place like the Boreas, where no one else dared to tread. When one's medical skills defied reason, one could afford to be willful."I can take this medicine too, right?" Her interest piqued. "How long does it take to improve one's constitution?"Mimi regarded her with affectionate amusement. "People in the Valeciels begin taking it in childhood and improve gradually. It hasn't been tried on adults yet, but don't worry, Lady Isolde. Once we enter the family, the most powerful physicians will work together to condition your body.""The most powerful physicians in the family wil
Three days later, at the edge of the Boreas, on St. Brandir's Isle…The town was small. Dozens of wooden cabins stood scattered across the permafrost, their roofs sagging under thick layers of snow.The air cut so sharply it seemed to crack the lungs. Each breath condensed at once into white frost.A single street ran through the settlement. A few shops cast dim light onto the snow, selling frozen fish, furs, and cold-weather gear. Now and then, locals in heavy fur coats hurried past.Mimi led Isolde's group to a wooden house.It was modest in size. Warm yellow light glowed through the windows, and a thin plume of white smoke curled from the chimney."Mr. Fox." Mimi turned to Ezra, her tone polite, but firm. "The Valeciels don't permit outsiders to enter. You will stay here for now."Ezra frowned. "I must follow Ms. Vancrest.""It is the rule." Mimi's voice remained gentle, yet unwavering. "The family has remained hidden from the world for a millennium. There has never been an
"Alan, you are willing to give up even your life for her. But what about her?" Sandra's voice was gentle, yet every word pierced like a needle. "You are about to die. She refuses to save you, and she is not even willing to come and see you one last time."Alan's fingers curled."Did she ever truly love you?" Sandra stared into his eyes, her tone grief-stricken and indignant."If she truly loved you, how could she be so heartless? Think about it carefully. In all those years you were together, was she ever real with you? Or..." Sandra paused, her voice softening, though it cut deeper. "Were you just a stepping stone for her to reach Bruce?"Alan jerked his head up. "Shut up!"Sandra met his gaze, her eyes filled with pity and a trace of cruel satisfaction. "Alan, you suspect it too, don't you? A man like Bruce has never taken an interest in any woman, so what makes Isolde so special?"Bruce hates you. To get revenge and humiliate you, he would take your woman. Isolde saw that and
"Ms. Vancrest, don't worry. Nothing happened. Since you're returning to the Valeciels, the Prince needs to make some preparations. He'll be here soon," Erza assured her."As long as nothing happened, it's fine." Isolde let out a breath and stepped toward the car by the roadside.A figure suddenly rushed out and blocked her path.It was Nash. His arm was still in a cast, and his face looked sallow, but his eyes burned with a frightening intensity, like a man dying of thirst staring at water in someone else's hand."Ms. Vancrest!" His voice trembled. His knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground in front of her.Isolde stopped.He looked up, his tone tight with suppressed pleading. "I heard you're returning to the Valeciels?"'He heard?' She had told no one. That meant someone had been following her.Isolde said nothing. She stepped around him and continued forward."Ms. Vancrest…" Still on his knees, Nash shifted half a step and reached out as if to grab her pant leg, then pu
After saying that, Isolde raised her hand and tossed the plate of seafood risotto, plate and all, into the trash without hesitation. It landed with a loud clatter.Alan froze. He had just taken over the Princetons and worked nonstop without sleep. Even so, he had gone into the kitchen at dawn and p
"Ludwig! How dare you! After all the trust I placed in you, you turned out to be a traitor?" Atlas barked.Ludwig Princeton grinned smugly. "No. Atlas, the wise adapt to the times. We simply made the most sensible choice.""You! You!" Atlas' fingers shook with rage as he pointed at those who had s
"Isolde!" Alan sounded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He hissed sharply, trying to mask his embarrassment with anger. "I know I was wrong. I apologized, and I am trying to make it right. Can't you stop clinging to the past?"Isolde looked at him expressionlessly. Her eyes were terrifyin
Isolde was a rational yet soft hearted person.Alan slowly loosened his grip and said, "Send Grandpa off properly."Isolde walked to the bedside and slowly crouched down, speaking softly. "Grandpa.""Isolde…" Cheron's voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum."Grandpa, what did you say? I can't he







