"What is happening here?"
Dark black hair. A white shirt, layered under a black coat.
And on that coat—
A single number.
03.
It was Envy. The head of Frostheart household Jenna Frostheart. My Master.
He was frozen, sweat dripping down his forehead as he lowered his head.
"Cat got your tongue?" Envy asked once again.
Trembling, the man finally answered. "N-No… it was… it was her fault."
He tried to point at the woman he had been abusing, but he couldn't—his hands were frozen in ice.
It was a pathetic display.
"What a clown." I laughed.
His life was over.
Because my master never let these matters go easily.
House Frostheart—the only noble house in Frostvile Kingdom I trusted.
Maybe because its head was none other than my master.
"M-Madam Envy… Y-You got it all w-wrong," the man stammered, desperation leaking into his voice. "I just lightly pushed her away, but maybe… I exerted—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
Because Envy let out a deep sigh.
"Haaaaahhh…"
