The sun was bright for the next two days, and most of the snow had melted, leaving only patches on shady slopes and behind buildings.
Falling snow isn't cold; melting snow is.
Although Ronin was now an Advanced Level Knight with a much-strengthened Constitution, he could still feel the temperature drop over the past two days.
Furthermore, everything was quite damp.
The rooms were damp, the castle paths were damp, and the mountain roads, washed over by snowmelt, were even more so.
Ronin rode his Cloud Stepper along a mountain road for a while. The parts with more loess were muddy, and he figured a carriage's wheels would sink right in.
He planned to wait another two days before setting off.
In an open area of the Inner Castle, Ronin threw a small wooden stick high into the air. "Black Tiger, catch!"
