(The same night…)
Gregor Wicker
It was a cloudy night, with soft flakes of snow floating down from the sky and a slight brush of wind that is enough to gently rustle the leaves. However, as calming as the scenery could be, in truth, the people of the land knew how could it had gotten for snow to fall down as such.
‘It seems like winter is going to be cold this year…’ Gregor Wicker thought as he peered outside from the window of his warm study room. The servants of Gregor’s household are very particular with winter preparations, especially if it’s about taking care of the 40 years old Gregor’s health. He can easily fall sick if the surroundings were too cold.
“Sir?” A voice greeted him from behind, snapping Gregor from his daze.
“Are you listening to what I had just explained, sir?” Gr
