The carriage door slowly opened.
The first thing Simon saw was cold mist.
A visible white just escaped from the inside of the carriage and spread into the air the moment the door opened.
Then...
A figure slowly stepped out.
The surroundings seemed to become colder immediately afterward.
Lucien Mercer finally revealed himself.
Simon narrowed his eyes slightly as he observed the Frostborn prodigy carefully.
Lucien looked young.
Perhaps around twenty years old by human standards.
He possessed pale skin that was so flawless to the point that it almost looked unnatural beneath the falling snow, and his silver-white hair reached slightly below his neck.
His face was calm and refined.
Too refined.
Like a noble that had never experienced hardship before.
Yet strangely enough...
There was no arrogance on his face.
Only composure.
