As Jill's group walked around, they decided to split up, with Jill and Lylia being together.
"Jill," Lylia called out.
"What do you want?" She replied.
"What was your life like before?"
"Before all of this?"
"Yeah."
"Hmm, I'd say it was really good for me; some would even call it perfect. I am the daughter of one of the most reputable households and the daughter of the head, who is also a god after all."
"Oh, right, sorry," Lylia said as she looked down.
"What are you apologizing for? It's fine, even though I was born into so much success, I never really saw it as something to be proud about." Jill said with a slight smile on her face.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Ever since I was young, I had to train like crazy to compensate for my other two siblings' lack of strength. My younger brother wasn't weak like my sister; he just didn't care about the title and always went to parties with dad's money, while my younger sister tried to fit in with the commoners and went to a normal sword school."
"Although she was a prodigy with the rapier and joined the army, then quickly became a captain of the Narothian army, she was described as someone who was good in mock battles but a complete coward in real combat, which led to her being put in as a teacher at a noble sword school and me being the only one worthy of being the next head of the household."
"Do you want to become the next head of your household?" Lylias asked her as she wanted to hear her opinion.
"No." Jill simply replied
"But anyway, what about you? I'd like to know how and why you ended up on an auction for slaves." She asked her, waiting to see what she would say.
"Uh..."
"I don't want to talk about it..." She said while looking down, which surprised Jill as she thought Lylia would be comfortable enough to talk to her about her past before being sold off.
"Oh, okay, if you don't want to, I won't force you ."
The two walked around and then eventually got closer to a tall, dark, and menacing stone wall of a castle.
"This wall is huge."
"Let's pass elsewhere but the main entrance, to avoid catching the attention of the soldiers," Jill said as the ground instantly became cold as ice.
!?
She looked at her feet, only to see that they were frozen into the ground as if they were fused with it.
"The ground froze, and my feet are stuck!"
As the two were stuck in place, a man walked out of the shadows of a nearby alleyway. He had pale skin, red hair, and blue eyes. He wore a white winter jacket with a shirt made of white wool and a brown belt that had a glass bottle full of unknown liquid attached to it.
The man called himself Darca Onix, an ice mage who works under Grehas Gulburis.
"No hard feelings, but I kinda have to do this." He said as he created a spear made up of ice.
Jill, seeing the situation not be in their favor, decided to take a deep breath, heating herself up as her throat appeared to be shining more and more orange in color, when suddenly flames burst out of her mouth.
[TRANSFORMATION: SALAMANDER'S BREATH]!
As flames took the surrounding area, melting the ice on her and Lylia's feet, freeing them from the ice mage's grasp, and putting them in a more even field.
"A dragon!? This couldn't be any worse for me!" Darca thought as he watched his spear melt, then made another one.
"Ahh, now I feel better," Jill said as she and Lylia looked at the man.