Rin was still snoring loudly, as if unbothered by the ice that had encased her and turned her into a statue. The cold, dark mist was thickening inside the cube, while Mrs. Lawson kept punching Tama hard in the face. Her daughter sat nearby, now bored but also worried about the commotion outside. Citizens had already fled, and the muffled shouts of patrol knights echoed from beyond the cube. It wasn't surprising. Not many knew about her mother's dark ice prison, not even high-ranking hunters.
Freya sighed. She'd have to come up with a story to calm the public… perhaps claim they were fighting a blackcat criminal. People would praise them as heroes, as always.
