Galt sat at his desk, examining the rapier in his hand with the faint light of the oil lamp. It was a short sword made of a variety of metals, and the blade reflected a shrill cold light under the light, revealing its sharp edge.
The hilt of the sword is made of ivory and silver, and the spiral hilt is also carefully carved with a pattern of ice crystal flowers. As a gift to Villanelle, Galt put a lot of thought into this sword.
He understands the habits and characteristics of frost witches, and knows that they are different from ordinary girls. For farmers' daughters, you only need to send a bouquet of flowers and set off a fireworks when it gets dark, which is enough to make them dance with joy.
For aristocratic women, luxury goods, spices, silk, and rose essential oil are their favorites.
However, to the Frost Witches of Kislev, these are all gadgets that they don’t like. Material gifts? No, it’s too tacky. The Frost Witches never care about rich clothes and food, let alone like little girls.
, sentimental, and like things like flowers, plants, or small animals.
Gelt understands them, they are like a group of warriors. Yes, you cannot look at these witches through ordinary people's eyes. Although they have slender female figures and proud curves, in their slender bodies, they are
Containing infinite power. On the battlefield, they are not much worse than the men of Kislev. On the contrary, many male soldiers still need the protection of the Frost Witch.
Galt understands them because they are both mage. He knows what the mage needs most, and he also knows what Villanelle will like.
After all, the time spent getting along with her was not in vain. He could still see Villanelle's preferences and personality from some details and speech and behavior.
He knew that Villanelle liked to play with swords, which was the same as her best friend, the current Queen Denis of Kislev. They had a past of blood and tears, and their childhood was even a matter of life and death.
Spent in training.
For such women, an exquisite weapon can capture their hearts more than any gift. Especially weapons for close defense are even more important for mages.
It just so happened that Galt knew that he was good at casting metal objects, including weapons. He spent a whole week designing the style and texture of this magic dagger, and another half a month to cast it with his own hands.
Even, at the end of the sword hilt, there is an extremely small line of text engraved - I love you. Signed - Geert Baershazer.
He hoped that Villanelle, who received the gift, would look at it carefully. In order to avoid embarrassment due to being too explicit, Galt also specially carved this line of small words very small and hid it so that it would not be easily noticed.
When Villanelle accidentally touched the end of the sword hilt, she felt the uneven touch, and then she picked up the magnifying glass to take a closer look.
Feeling the lightness and sharpness of the dagger, Galt put it away in the drawer with satisfaction.
Just as he was about to turn off the lights and fall asleep, he suddenly felt a surge of cold air coming in from outside.
Before Galt could react, a ghostly figure had already broken through the door, carrying a strong surge of magic that instantly knocked away all the light objects in the house.
After taking a closer look, Galt saw clearly that it was a frost witch.
Villanelle? Not her.
In a short period of time, Galt was able to conclude that this was a strange witch. Maybe he had seen her before, but she was definitely someone she had never interacted with.
"Gelt Beilshazer."
the witch screamed in a sharp voice.
This made Galt confused for a moment. He didn't understand why a frost witch from the magic academy came to him alone so late. Could it be that he wanted to do something indescribable? However, it was nothing like what he saw in front of him.
The witch's burst of magic obviously didn't come from good intentions.
"Hello, Frost Witch of Kislev."
"Although I don't know your name, you broke into my private residence late at night and pointed your spear at me. May I ask, is there any feud or misunderstanding between you and me?"
"If I guessed correctly, my bodyguard should have been frozen into an ice sculpture by you?"
Even though the ice gun came to the door, Galt remained calm and greeted the uninvited guest in front of him in a gentlemanly manner.
However, the Frost Witch just returned coldly and proudly——
"I didn't kill the guards, I just froze their hands and feet temporarily. The person I'm looking for today is you."
"Gelt! Don't think that we don't know what you are thinking. You are just a snob. Pursuing Miss Villanelle is not your sincerity! Your real purpose is the same as those noble children, to covet Villanelle.
Miss Nell’s family power.”
The witch said angrily. She didn't say any nonsense and told Galt straight to the point the purpose of her trip.
However, Galt had already guessed the purpose of the strange witch's visit one step ahead. During this period, when entering and leaving the magic academy, he would feel the malicious eyes of the frost witches around him from time to time.
There are many reasons. The tradition of Kislev is that magic is only controlled by women. In this country, even if men have magical talent, they are prohibited from learning. The Frost Witch has absolute control over magic.
Now, as a foreign magician, Gelt has broken this pattern. Although he comes from the empire, for the Kislev Frost Witches who identify with ancient magic, Gelt is an alien among them.
Furthermore, as the witch in front of me said, Galt is not really pursuing Villanelle. His purpose is the same as other noble children, coveting the family power behind Villanelle. This is a point that is confusing to the authorities. However,
Some smart witches can see that.
However, even if he was right, Galt did not panic. Let alone here, even in a crisis-ridden circle like the empire, he could handle the surrounding affairs calmly and calmly.
Acting is a compulsory course for almost every imperial noble. The acting skills of those politicians and nobles are better than those of first-class drama actors.
Facing the Frost Witch's accusation, Galt neither denied nor admitted it. He just sat down leisurely, pointed to the wine glass on the table, and asked the other party if he wanted a drink——
"Red wine? Brandy? Or vodka? I guess you may not like vodka, it's too strong, and I don't like it either. I prefer drinks like juice..."
"Don't change the subject!"
The witch scolded, and the wine glass on the table was instantly covered with a thin layer of frost.
"Then, beautiful lady, when you come here tonight, you must confront me with swords?"
Galt shrugged and asked innocently.
"I won't attack you sneakily. Let's have a fair competition. I will teach you a lesson for this hypocrite."
"Oh oh oh... Do you still want to tell me that if I lose, I will stay away from Miss Villanelle from now on?"
Galt stood up calmly, but was once again pointed at the chest by the Frost Witch with an ice spear.
"Stop talking nonsense and go pick up your weapons!"