As soon as she entered the cave, Cassandra immediately understood what Lann meant by "strange" in his mouth.
The cave was very cold.
It wasn't the kind of chill from lack of sunlight or the underground cold she was so familiar with she couldn't be more familiar.
She often ventured into caves to kill bandits, as a way to earn extra money and help others.
This cold was something Cassandra, who lived in the Mediterranean Region, had never experienced before—a bone-chilling, razor-sharp cold!
The moss on the cave floor had frozen solid, and its moisture made the moss appear even more lush than when it was fresh.
Water droplets hung from the stalactites descending from the cave ceiling, frozen in that moment, while a fine layer of white frost spread over the cave walls.
"Hiss~"
Never having been in such an environment, Cassandra let out a breath of surprise, watching the white mist escape her mouth.
"It's... so cold here!"
"Need me to get you some thick clothing?"
