The short-haired female swordsman reprimanded:
"If not for today's ceremonial invitation, how long did you plan to hide from me?"
"But I am indeed already dead."
Irina responded in the shriveled voice unique to the undead:
"I am not avoiding you. Fate has not been kind to me; even after death arrived, I still have to fulfill this burdensome duty. General Old Baldwin and I are undertaking extremely dangerous work. I just don't want to drag you into it too.
You have a more outstanding talent and a brighter future. You should stay in the Ice Palace to protect the Wolf Queen Majesty and should not have come here!"
"You bastard!"
Irina's sister stepped forward and punched her sister, the blow carrying a bone-chilling wind that froze Irina's breastplate.
