Faction
"Uh, don't mind it. It's because it's snowing pretty hard, right?"
"Yes, Young Lord. But thanks to these tools, we can get rid of the snow somehow."
Aunt Claire also mentioned it, but he wondered what kind of tools they meant. When he checked them, they turned out to be just ordinary tools like shovels and such.
At that moment a strange noise reached his ears.
—Hoongggg!
Eh? What was that?
When he glanced at where the noise originated, he saw one of the workers holding something that resembles a Grass Cutter. It looks like it but is not really the real thing. That thing has a sharp steel disc, spinning furiously to cut the hardened ice on the riverbank.
"That tool, what is that?" His curiosity dominates him.
At his question, the worker who was holding the tool answered him respectfully.
"This thing is called Furious Cutter, Young Lord," replied the worker.