Odin gently brushed the snow off his gauntlet, silently gazing in that direction.
This winter, the snow in the north of Colin was heavy.
But only after the snow melts can people often discover what lies beneath.
"The snow has stopped."
"But it may not be a good omen, Mr. Odin."
...
The meeting hall was bustling with voices.
The sound of argument was reaching its peak.
The chairmen of Song of Ash, Dragon Hunter Mercenary Corps, and Remembrance were still arguing their points:
"The Southern Region Alliance is not outside the Super Competitive League, nor is it unbound—"
"... but the Super Competitive League shouldn't interfere in our internal affairs, right?"
"What right do you have to force us to reorganize the management?"
The three of them raised their heads, their gaze passed over everyone in the conference hall. Among the one hundred and twenty seats of participants, members from forty-three guilds in the Southern Region also murmured discontentedly:
"That's right..."
