If the other party were already dead, then his long silence would at least make sense.
Vincent glanced at Xarion lying inside the ice crystal coffin and coldly questioned the Snow Domain's elder.
"What does the Snow Domain mean by this? You brought a dead man to my Female Master?"
"No, no, no!" The Grand Elder finally snapped out of his panic—caught between being unable to wake his own young lord and suddenly realizing who was standing beside Rory.
He hurriedly addressed her. "You must be Lady Roanna. Greetings. I am Larion, the Grand Elder of the Snow Domain."
As he spoke, he quickly pointed at the man lying in the ice crystal coffin.
"Lady Roanna, this is our Snow Domain's young lord, Xarion—the strongest Rank Eleven male of the Snow Wolf King line."
Rory wasn't focused on Xarion's Rank at all. What puzzled her was Xarion himself.
"You said your young lord isn't dead. Then why is he lying in a coffin?"
