"It's so quiet outside, where did all the people from the Turand Family go?"
At that moment, Balzac clutched the wound where his arm had been severed and leaned against the prison's door looking anxiously outside. Through the narrow door crack, he didn't see a single person from the Turand Family, only the vast expanse of white snow across the tribal square. He started feeling anxious and turned to look back at the room, where Heidlin's complexion grew increasingly pale after having been punched by the Snowflake Knight, clearly becoming delirious.
Balzac gritted his teeth and shouted outside,
"Hey, the person you bastards are in charge of is about to give out, hurry the hell up and get over here!"
