In the blink of an eye, thick frost formed on the ground, and the ice spread rapidly, climbing up the giant's rocky legs.
The hard ice exuded a chilling aura, and even the surrounding air was filled with a thick layer of white smoke.
The thick ice crystals shimmered with a faint light, attracting the giant's attention.
As it took a step, it discovered that the two giant pillars made of sand and stone could not be moved, and even the ice covering its legs could not be broken open.
The knights stared in disbelief at the giant bound by ice and the frost-covered earth around them, completely stunned.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of burning tobacco coming from behind them.
"Hiss, whoosh."
"So this is the earth giant you were talking about, Reeves."
An elderly man with gray hair, wearing a mink coat and a thick cigar dangling from his lips, slowly walked up to the knight.
He took a deep drag and then exhaled a large smoke ring with great enjoyment.
He held a transparent, shimmering communication crystal in his hand, from which Duke Reeves' voice gradually came through:
"Yeah, that's the kind of thing."
“I’m sorry, Vladimir, I didn’t take the elves into account, which led to these monsters appearing in the capital.”
"After this is over, I will voluntarily accept the punishment..."
Vladimir picked up the crystal and put it to his lips, interrupting Rivi.
"It's useless to talk about these things. Let's protect the residents first."
He squinted at the crystal, pressed it casually, and then tossed it behind him.
The knights rushed to catch it.
Vladimir then revealed a satisfied and hearty smile.
"That stuff is pretty expensive, guys, keep it safe."
The moment he finished speaking, he extended his right hand.
A chill quickly gathered from the space.
White smoke mixed with tiny ice crystals gradually enveloped his arm.
Within that palm, a giant ice axe, gleaming with sharp light, materialized.
Vladimir hoisted his giant axe onto his shoulder and stared wide-eyed at the mountain giant before him.
He grinned, a defiant glint in his eyes:
"You seem pretty impressive? What a pity."
"It's winter now."
...
Hearing the guard's report, the eldest prince's tense mood finally eased a little, and he let out a deep breath.
The surrounding urban areas are generally safe, which is good news.
However, the situation in the southern district is worrying, with weak defenses and residents' safety at risk.
What should we do? Should he rush off to provide support...?
But... how can he provide support?
The eldest prince unconsciously clenched his fist, his nails almost digging into his flesh, and his palm turned slightly pale.
Once again, he was filled with this sense of powerlessness.
Just as he was blaming himself and struggling with his conscience, a voice came from ahead.
He looked up, his gaze sharp as he looked at Gwen ahead:
"Your Highness."
"Keep walking forward and you'll reach the central square."
Upon hearing this, the eldest prince was taken aback.
His gaze passed over Gwen and looked ahead.
Indeed, as Gwen said, only a few kilometers away is the largest open square in the capital.
The place was crowded with people, and groups of residents were taking refuge there.
The knights stood guard around the perimeter, maintaining order and protecting the residents.
The nobles breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, their eyes sparkling with gratitude and surprise.
The safety of the central square gave them a sense of reassurance.
Now, there's no need to be afraid of encountering danger.
But at that moment, Gwen unexpectedly swung her longsword, severing the reins of the carriage like lightning.
The horses broke free of the carriage, reared up, and let out a long neigh.
Gwen deftly mounted the horse, gripping its mane tightly with both hands, and then put the reins back on.
The people around her were stunned, their eyes filled with doubt, puzzled by her actions.
Even Cocoy, sitting on a cloud, couldn't help but frown and stare at Gwen with curiosity.
Gwen rode up to the First Prince with the force of the wind, her gaze resolute:
"I will provide support for the southern district."
"After this is over, I will go and help Viktor."
The witcher who had been following Gwen closely became extremely anxious upon seeing this:
"Gwen!? What are you going to do?"
"This is not the time for your personal heroic act! Victor doesn't need your help..."
Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly froze.
A hazy golden light seemed to emanate from Gwen, and even her eyes seemed to shimmer with a mysterious gold hue.
Was she seeing things?
The witcher rubbed his eyes, but the faint golden light did not dissipate.
But at that moment, Gwen's voice rang out:
"But I need him."
As she finished speaking, a white, cold wind suddenly swept through the air, gently brushing against the snow mastiff armor she wore.
Ice crystals rose with the wind, wrapping around her neck and head, forming a shimmering silver helmet of a vicious dog amidst the snow and white smoke.
The helmet completely covered Gwen's head, including her face.
Even the horse she was riding was covered with layers of shimmering ice crystal armor, its entire body enveloped in shimmering silver ice armor.
On the horse's forehead, a spiral-shaped ice crystal tip even protruded, sharp and cold.
Looking at Gwen before him, the witcher's puzzled voice rang out:
"Why...why..."
To everyone's astonishment, Gwen suddenly pulled on the reins, and the horse reared up with a long neigh.
With that screech, the surrounding cold wind intensified.
Everyone instinctively reached out their hands, forced to shield themselves from the wind and snow.
Only Kefla, who had hidden herself away, stared blankly up at Gwen.
The horse turned around and faced her.
Gwen's golden eyes, hidden beneath her helmet, suddenly flashed as she looked at the Witcher before her with unwavering resolve:
"I will be his wife from now on."
"That reason is sufficient."
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