1798 The Executioner, Spectre!

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

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A troop of Holy Court Mages in blue uniforms were flying above the Alps. The blizzard had stopped. The sunlight was projecting their shadows across the snowy mountain.

"Is that a person down there?" a Holy Court Mage with sharp eyes spoke up.

The troop lowered their altitude and discovered there was indeed a person lying on the ground. His body was face-down, so the troop of Holy Court Mages could not see his face yet.

"It might be the Cold Prince!"

Their leader went closer and cautiously turned the body over.

It was the face of a young man. His face was extremely pale, with no sign of blood. His body was extremely stiff from the cold, and his eyes were still open, staring blankly into the sky.

"It's the Cold Prince!" the person who had spotted the body exclaimed.

"He's… dead?" their leader inquired dumbly.