“Treatment is finished. Please check if he is moving well and if there is anything unusual and let me know.”

    A high priest dispatched from the Holy Kingdom came to Torvar’s house after receiving a call from the Meister.

    His arm, which was bitten by a shark and frozen by Assis’ magic, was regenerated and stitched up with the blessing of God.

    I moved my attached arm carefully. It felt a bit awkward to have something that wasn’t there before come back, but it wasn’t too uncomfortable.

    There are no stitches or scars, just a few marks. If someone who doesn’t know you see it, you’ll think you’ve gotten a tan, except for your arms.

    “No problem. Thank you.”

    Could this really be divine power?

    In general games, including Taosul, the role of healer is held by priests.

    No one can beat them as they have special privileges in recovery and buffs.

    Even high priests.

    Even if you have money, it is not easy to treat him. This is thanks to the request of Meister Ulbram, who can be called the leader of Doomheim.

    ‘This is why people should live by accumulating virtue.’

    If you live a good life, good fortune will come to you.

    As soon as the treatment was over, Assis came over as if he had been waiting and grabbed my right hand.

    I was restless throughout the treatment.

    “Not warm… .”

    “Because I froze your arm. It will return to normal after some time.”

    “Yeah… .”

    Assis couldn’t hide his sullen expression, as if he still thought it was his fault that his arm was amputated.

    As he watched Assis like that, he felt a sense of playfulness. He thought of a way to lessen her guilt.

    “If I rub it, it seems like it’ll get better soon?”

    Then Assis began to fiddle with his hands vigorously.

    “Are you okay, huh…?”

    It wasn’t that significant.

    The curse was gone, but Assis’ body temperature was originally lower than average.

    “I think it’s still not enough. Will it get better faster if I blow on it?”

    This time, Asis cups my hands in a circle and blows without a doubt. His warm breath touches my hand.

    The breath of the magic mirror official, the most beautiful Snow White in the world. It’s a secret that I took a deep breath at that moment.

    “Now… ?”

    “Sup, it’s still not enough… . Maybe if you kiss my hand while reciting a magic spell to get better, it’ll be okay?”

    It was a prank that had no meaning anymore, and was purely selfish. I was sure that even if everyone else would reject it, ASIS would do it without a second thought.

    “Ppo, no kissing… .”

    For some reason, Assis flatly refused.

    “Again?”

    “A kiss is… uh… … .”

    Her cheeks turned red and she let out an incomprehensible moan.

    “You’re acting like a piece of shit. Stop messing around in my house. When are you going to leave?”

    “Huh? Is Mr. Karami leaving?”

    Torvar crosses his arms in disapproval and shoots at her, while Perka asks back in surprise.

    This man is quicker than I thought. It’s enough to make me want to ask him why he was so clueless when it came to his daughter.

    “I’m done with my work and my arms are attached, so I’m planning on going soon.”

    “Where are you going?”

    I glanced at the priest and said:

    “I’m thinking of going to Cassillon.”

    “Oh. Is that so?”

    Then the priest responded immediately.

    Well, that’s because the priest’s origin is Cassillon.

    Holy Land Cassillon.

    This is where the last slave is.

    “Why are you going to Cassillon?”

    “There’s someone I absolutely have to meet.”

    “I see. I’m also thinking of returning to the Holy Land. Would you like to come with me?”

    Go to Cassillon with the high priest.

    There is nothing wrong with that.

    Because Seongguk is a place where the view toward slave traders is particularly unfavorable.

    “Okay. There’s one thing left to take care of before that. Let’s finish it up and go together.”

    I said that and looked at Assis.

    Assis, unable to fathom the meaning of that gaze, blinked as usual.

    ***

    We stand in front of the exit from Doomheim.

    Friendly dwarves came out to see us off.

    “Are you leaving already? You can stay longer and then go.”

    “I would like to do that too, but unfortunately, I have a busy schedule.”

    Ulbram was truly sorry.

    “You can’t hold onto a busy person. When you have some free time, definitely stop by later. Let’s have a drink together.”

    “Yeah, Jjukjeong-ah. I definitely won’t lose next time!”

    “Goodbye. Thanks for your help. Now, Hargran. It’s time to say goodbye.”

    “What kind of farewell is this, a freezing farewell? Get out of my sight, you rotten little bastard. Sob.”

    Roxar, Urgdar, and Hargran, who had some kind of connection with each other, greeted each other in turn.

    “Miss Perka, you didn’t say anything about following me. If it were like before, I would have just laid down.”

    “I still have concerns, but… I think I have something I want to do here.”

    “That’s a relief. I was worried that you’d act up. Of course, I wouldn’t take you even if I died.”

    If I could completely liberate Perka, I could change all of that tomboyish speech and clothing. It’s just a shame that I can’t.

    Strangely enough, the goal doesn’t seem to be any different from when we were completely liberated.

    “Mr. Karami, you shouldn’t do weird things to my sister.”

    “I always do my best for my slaves. To free them.”

    “So that liberation is suspicious.”

    “Liberation is liberation, right?”

    Is this so difficult to understand?

    I guess Perka needs to study Korean more.

    I didn’t say hello to Torvar separately.

    Assis waved to the dwarves. With that, we finished cleaning up and left Doomheim.

    “Rami. Where are we going? Holy Land?”

    “I guess I have to go.”

    Doomheim is not a place fit for humans to reside. The priest who healed my arm is staying in a city near Doomheim.

    When I’m done with my business, I’ll join him and go to Cassillon.

    Before that.

    ‘I have to take the princess to the castle.’

    ***

    The two arrived at the Kingdom of Frisian by carriage as usual.

    Although the flying creatures made of ice from Assis would be much faster, Karami didn’t do that.

    Because that’s a means of transportation that’s only available when there’s an Asis.

    Inside the moving carriage, Assis lay peacefully on Karami’s thigh. The cushion was soft, but his legs felt more comfortable.

    He stared blankly at Karami from below and tapped his face with his finger.

    After defeating Skadia, Assis’s expressions became much clearer. Most of them were childish tantrums towards Karami.

    “Why is that?”

    “It’s fun… .”

    “Do you find my face funny?”

    “Yeah.”

    Just looking at it makes me smile.

    That means it’s fun, right?

    It was an Asian way of thinking.

    Finally, the carriage arrived at the kingdom.

    The Kingdom of Prysian, which had returned, was markedly different from before. With the death of Skadia, the curse was lifted. The ice that had covered the kingdom like a skin had disappeared.

    The house returned to its original state, galaxies flowed across the kingdom, and the trees swayed.

    Meanwhile, the ice blocks scattered throughout the kingdom disappeared. Because so much time had passed, those whose bodies and souls had worn away could not return even when the curse was lifted.

    Just as when spring comes, winter leaves no trace.

    We walked along the main street toward the castle, as we had done last time, looking around the changed city.

    The first thing that welcomes you is the garden.

    It was a living, breathing garden, not an ice garden. Green grass, colorful flowers, red roses, and so on.

    “The flowers are pretty.”

    “Yeah.”

    “ASY has been recovered.”

    “… … .”

    Assis caressed the flower.

    The flower did not freeze even when she touched it.

    It didn’t even break.

    It gave off a strong floral scent that was kept in the melted ice.

    It was the scent of spring.

    The two entered the castle.

    We walked down the fluffy red carpet, looked at the paintings decorating the hallway, and stood side by side on the balcony overlooking the kingdom.

    A kingdom filled with various colors, not just white. The blowing wind was cool rather than cold. At first glance, it felt warm.

    Assis closed his eyes and felt the wind.

    ***

    It was winter.

    The inside of the doll was quiet and cold.

    A world of ice that can never be reached.

    A castle of solitude where no one can set foot.

    The echo inside the doll asked.

    What is warmth?

    His answer was not words but a touch.

    The ice wasn’t melting either.

    The sunlight wasn’t spreading.

    However, there was a quiet shaking sensation wherever his hands touched.

    A feeling that spreads through the body and mind like gentle waves.

    For the first time in the long winter days, something warm passed through the doll’s interior.

    The doll didn’t know.

    That small, delicate flowers were blooming on the ice he had walked on.

    The pure white snow field was now filled with his footprints.

    That it has seeped into the doll’s mind as well.

    Spring has not come.

    It was a flower that bloomed in winter.

    But the flower spoke to the doll.

    Warmth never negates coldness.

    Just in there.

    That it creates new life.

    Only then did the doll realize.

    What is warmth?

    Like a small flower blooming in a snow field.

    It’s like a small promise of spring that we live with in the cold, waiting for the long winter to end.

    Assis opened his eyes.

    The magic is gone.

    It’s not a doll that knows nothing.

    How is your mind?

    What feelings I have for him.

    Now I know.

    Turn your head.

    Assis spoke, looking at him standing right next to him.

    “Okay, shall we end it here?”

    Before he could take it out, Karami opened his mouth.

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