The Temple Master
'The hell is this old bastard saying?' Mira scowled as she stared at the old man. 'I knew they were a temple, but I didn't think they were really a bunch of monks.'
From the information she received, the Frozen Sangfroid Temple's ice techniques are some of the best in the world. Mira didn't think much of it, assuming that they lived in a tough environment, climate-wise, all the major powers should be quite proficient in fighting or at least surviving.
However, those two guards didn't know what to do against her despite barely doing anything.
'I guess it'd make sense if this place is filled with monks. They have great techniques but lack experience?' At least, Mira hoped that to be the case. It'd be a complete waste of time if she came all the way to this Continent for something she could just do herself.
She had journeyed across continents, not for lectures about wisdom and other nonsense, but to steal-*ahem*-obtain some of the best ice techniques.