A woman with pale skin and snow white hairs flowing in the air accompanied by heartless blue eyes stood there in her uniform, holding a sword against the ground, smirking at the group of people before her. Her eyes gradually met with Persephone as they both glared at each other. Fire and Ice, definitely not a pair made for each other. Persephone growled which made Freya smirk. She was never of responsibilities or obligations, her amusements brought her countless opportunities. She was among the few people who naturally possess bloodlust. “Freya.” Persephone called her name sternly but she contemplated them. “Well, well, what sneak pest we have found. You lost your relic so came here to steal ours, hmm?” She smirked, lifting her sword and blocking all of them inside her dome of ice, coming closer. “It’s not what you think.” Kriss spoke up which halted her steps. “Ah, My, the Prince of Aziel. You truly are a sight to behold and considering you among all the title holders. I believe
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