If you see that you are carrying a large backpack that does not suit your slender figure, it means that you have traveled a long time or come from far away.

Maybe mid 20�s?

A fine appearance with pure white skin that seems to have never seen sunlight.�Her black hair, tied high at the top of her head, hung down to her waist.

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The outfit, which looked like it would freeze to death at any moment, was a delightful eye candy for drunken people.

However, the woman was preaching a message to people, not paying attention to the gaze that was looking at her.

�The end of the world is coming.�It�s dangerous here.�Everyone, leave the castle quickly.�

�end?�What are you talking about out of the blue?�

Dante did not take it seriously.

There are people who give up even their lives because they are preoccupied with pseudo-religions.

The character of the ice queen itself was a legend processed for the festival, so it didn�t make sense that it was dangerous.

I couldn�t find a single person who listened seriously, as if the tourists had the same idea.

�If it�s the end anyway, isn�t it the same wherever you go?�Where do you go when you leave here?�Surely you�re not asking me to die in the arms of the sickest wife waiting at home?�Fuhahaha!�

�I heard and saw it.�That�s never going to happen.�Miss, if you need attention, why don�t you stop talking nonsense and dance?�

The woman looked at them straight in the face without changing a single expression, perhaps accustomed to this kind of tamusi, and confronted them.

�It�s not a lie.�This is an oracle from the goddess Achaeans, who controls the melody of time.�

�Aceanis?�I have never heard of such a religion.�

�You have to take my word for it!�Sooner or later, the dawn of the apocalypse will take place here.�Everyone dies!�

�Okay, okay.�I�ll trust you, so let�s go inside.�Let�s talk while drinking.�

When the tall man hugged the woman by the shoulders, she pushed it away with both hands and shouted.

�Don�t put your ungodly hand on it!�

�Ugh!�this lady really�Don�t do that, come in.�What kind of bad person am I?�

The woman reached into the cylinder slung across the bottom of her backpack, pulled out something, and thrust it into the man�s neck.

At first glance, I thought it was a quiver, but when I looked at the contents, it was a thin iron core 50 cm long.

The tip was sharp like an awl, and inside the ring on the other side was a small bell that jingled.

Feeling the force of being stabbed, the giant hurriedly removed his hand from the woman and stepped back.

�Oops, with my temper.�

As the business grew, tourists who had not considered it a big deal became interested and gathered.

Dante heard the men standing behind them exchanging trivial jokes.

�She was crazy.�She looks just fine, though.�How about it, shall we play with you today?� JrNovels.com