"Hooooooowl…"
In the darkening forests, the sound of the wolf's howling reverberated through the sky like a haunting lullaby.
It was getting late, and therefore cold.
The sledge was rapidly sliding down the road.
At that moment, they came across a sign—Snowberry Village 1 km—they were getting really close.
In that moment, the reindeer started slowing down as they came across a fallen tree that had blocked the road.
"Last week's blizzard must've knocked over this tree. Strange, usually these trees would be cleared the next day if they happen to fall…"
The old man mumbled.
In that moment, a figure stepped out from the forest. He walked over the knocked-over tree and sat down on it.
He was wearing a dark green overcoat, had a long tongue that couldn't stay inside his mouth, and had spiky hair, as if he'd been electrocuted.
"Who is he?"
Machary asked.
"…Trouble."
The old man said coldly, and then he forced a smile into his face, and said,
