In another world as my waifu #1: Brave New World and the Fallen Prince(ss)

Chapter 24: Talking to a blizzard. Nothing serious.

Shit got serious in the isekai...check...

Bloody check...

Damn it...

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On top of one of the multiple peaks in the mountain range that crosses through the Kyrie Kingdom, the cold winds blew with enough force to freeze someone to death in mere seconds, nevertheless, there was someone there. Yes, someone was standing at a cliff which had a view not only of the whole forest in the outskirts of the Kingdom, but also the burning mountain recently awakened.

It was a woman dressed in an armor as beautiful as the snow that covered the place where she stood. One could easily confuse her with a knight of the highest order, a paladin, or even the equivalent existence of a Valkyrie in Arte.

Her white hair had a tinge of blue so light that it was only visible when the moon bathed it with its light. Her face was beautiful, one could even dare to say that it was almost divine, and her cold melancholic expression just added to her mystifying looks.

But there was something else on her head, those were her horns that had a feathered wing shape. They were in a position that many would think of them as a tiara or a headband. They were blue in color and their feathered pattern was perfect...almost perfect. One of her horns had a scratch not as little in size but not bigger than an index finger. Dragon Lords value their horns as much as their own lives. Their flesh may heal, but a Dragon Lord's horn once cut never grows back, nor heals. Of course, scratches happen every now and then, and those are considered battle scars to be proud of, or simple proof of living an active life. But for the woman there, that scratch was neither something to be proud of or proof of her lifestyle. It was the only fault in her appearance, the cruel reminder of the fear she felt, and the shame she felt because of it.

The woman who was standing there, unbothered by the cold as if it was a simple breeze, was a Dragon Lord.

Bryn, the Dragon Lord of the Eternal Winter.

She and her master felt a strange surge in magical power in the forest that was a place of interest for them. Although, for different reasons. Her master only told her whatever was necessary and nothing more. For when she had a plan, she would call it a game, a way to amuse herself in her very long life. Bryn was part of the current game that was in motion, acting a part in what her master called a play, a drama. And the place where the magical surge occurred was part of it too and so, she asked her to investigate whatever was happening there.

"[Enhanced Eyesight]"

Bryn said as she activated her skill. Her eyes glowed blue and her field of view was amplified, she was even able to zoom in to a certain distance, but it wasn't enough.

"[Draconic Sight] [Multiply effect: Sense] [True Vision] [Selective Hearing]"

Her eyes glowed in different colors with each skill activation, a deeper blue, yellow and white respectively. Her ears glowed orange. With that she was able to not only zoom in completely to the part of the forest she was interested in, but her sight could also pass through any obstruction, like foliage, that could thwart her attempts, and lastly, she could listen in on whatever was transpiring there.

There she saw her master's puppet's puppets going off script. Not only they had lost against the mysterious invaders of their workplace, but they had been successfully intimidated into talking.

She tried measuring the power of these people, but it was strange...it was as if her vision was blurred the moment she tried to. There was something that acted like a veil, hiding their power, even from her.