Mr. Death in the Steam World

Chapter 163 The Spirit of Ice and Snow

Meanwhile, in Farwinter City, the stronghold of the Church of the Ring of Eternal Winter.

Chloe sat alone on the steps, hugging her knees with her hands and resting her chin on them, staring blankly at the sky.

The sky was overcast, and snowflakes drifted down from the clouds, falling in a flurry.

She remembered what Moen had said before, what it was called: "It's somewhat like scattering salt in the air, but it's not as good as willow catkins rising with the wind."

However, this must be something someone else said. Although Moen is very capable, he is not that cultured.

In the northwest direction, the red light grew brighter and brighter.

Chloe stared at it for a long time, then scooped up a snowflake from the air.

"Snowflake, snowflake, how is Moen doing now?"

Snowflakes didn't respond, and Chloe didn't care.

She understood that the snowflakes didn't answer because they were too far away from her.

They were all with Moen, fighting alongside him as friends.

Each snowflake is her eye, each snowflake is her hand.

She could sense that Moen was getting closer and closer to that red light.

Moreover, there was a warm light beside him, a light that made her feel at ease, like the fire in a fireplace in winter, or like the first ray of sunshine melting snow in spring.

Chloe didn't know what the light was, but she knew it was protecting Moen.

This is enough.

It took a very long time to walk from the igloo to the base.

She was so tired. Actually, someone offered to carry her on the way, but she refused.

She didn't like strangers touching her; their hands were too hot, making her uncomfortable.

Only Moen's hands were the perfect temperature.

It is warm, but not too hot.

As Chloe thought about it, her nose suddenly felt a little sore.

She wanted to go back to the igloo.

It was cold there, but it was her home.

There are walls she built with ice bricks, a straw bed she laid out, and crooked drawings she carved on the walls.

There was also the low wall that Moen helped her build, and the ditch he dug.

Although it wasn't very useful, it was something Moen did for her.

It's different here than at home; it's so noisy.

People were coming and going, some carrying supplies, others carrying the wounded.

There were no smiles on people's faces, only repression.

To be honest, she was happier when she was alone in the igloo.

Chloe sniffed and buried her face even deeper.

Suddenly, footsteps came from above the steps and stopped in front of her.

"Child, where are your parents? Why are they sitting here alone?"

An aged voice came from above, filled with concern.

Chloe buried her face even deeper.

The old man was silent for a moment, then slowly bent down and sat down on the steps next to Chloe.

After she sat down, she let out a long breath, placed her hands on her knees, and looked up at the gray sky.

"Little friend, have you noticed? The snow is heavier today than yesterday."

Chloe did not respond.

"The red light in the northwest direction is getting brighter and brighter."

There was still no response.

The old man sighed and turned his head to look at Chloe's profile.

Ice-blue hair, ice-blue eyes, snow-white skin.

This face... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before.

No, it's not that I've seen this face, it's that kind of aura.

That kind of seamless integration with ice and snow, perfectly natural —

"The Spirit of Ice and Snow?"

The old man cried out in disbelief.

Chloe looked up in confusion, while the old man stared intently at her, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You—you are—"

The old man raised his hand, wanting to touch Chloe's face, but then stopped in mid-air.

"Are you the spirit of ice and snow?"

Chloe shrank back in fear.

The old man's eyes reminded her of the eyes of hunters in the safe zone when they spotted their prey.

"Who are you? Who are you?" Chloe's voice trembled slightly.

The old man paused for a moment before realizing he had frightened the child.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm her expression.

"Child, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

Chloe remained vigilant, and Snow did not tell her whether the old man was good or bad.

Although the old man was dressed similarly to Moen, he looked much more handsome and was probably of a much higher rank than Moen.

The higher the rank, the greater the power, and the easier it is to go astray.

This is the conclusion Chloe has drawn after spending the last few days here.

"Child, what are you doing here? Who brought you here?"

Chloe pursed her lips and said softly, "Mount told me to stay here."

"Moen?"

The old man frowned, pondered for a moment, and then retrieved the name from the depths of his memory.

Moen Marcus, the errand boy who spouted nonsense in the command center, saying he would stop the demons from breaking free.

The young man she appointed as her special envoy, leading the Order's combat priests deep into the core of the seal.

"Oh, it's that handyman." The high priest nodded.

In fact, the High Priestess was not looking down on Moen; she was just stating the facts unconsciously.

However, the moment she finished speaking, Chloe's face turned noticeably cold.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, the snow began to freeze, and tiny ice crystals condensed in the air, falling to the ground with a crackling sound.

"Moen is not a servant!"

"He is the best person in the world!"

Seeing Chloe's anger, the archbishop was not annoyed by her defiance.

On the contrary, her opinion of Moen rose even higher.

To gain the trust of the pure spirit of ice and snow in just half a month, Moen Marcus is truly a rare talent.

Who was the short-sighted guy who assigned him to menial tasks?!

She cursed the person in charge in her mind, while at the same time quickly considering another, more pressing issue.

This child's attitude towards Moen might be something we can use.

The advance team is now penetrating deep into the core of the seal, facing the Truth Society and a Sin Demon that is breaking free from its seal.

Leaving aside the original sin demon, the high priest knew very well that with the few big and small members of the advance team, they probably wouldn't even be able to deal with the Truth Society.

But if the high priest takes a deep breath and looks into Chloe's eyes.

"Child," her voice softened, "in that case, would you like to help Moen?"

Chloe's eyelashes fluttered.

"Moen is fighting bad guys right now. They're very strong, and Moen might not be able to beat them."

"Your constitution is quite special. If you'd like, I can help him."

Chloe bit her lip, her eyes filled with hesitation.

Xue told her that Moen couldn't defeat the enemy and had no chance whatsoever.

Without help, Moen would definitely...

Chloe clenched her fists.

"What should I do?"

A slight smile appeared on the high priest's lips.

"Come with me."

Walk through the corridor, through the courtyard, through one heavy wooden door after another.

The air grew colder and colder, and the temperature dropped even lower. Even the high priest wore a solemn expression and put on his protective gear.

Chloe didn't feel uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, she felt more and more comfortable.

It felt like coming home.

Passing through the last door, a magnificent ceremonial venue comes into view.

In the center of the ceremony venue, an ice crystal throne stood atop it.

The high priest took a deep breath and looked into Chloe's eyes with utmost solemnity.

"Child, you are the spirit of ice and snow, bearing the purest and most pristine power of frost in the world."

"If your power is used as a catalyst... our lord may be able to return to the world and sweep away the enemy."