The noble's eyes widened—just a fraction.
Enough.
I smiled.
And the ice answered.
You know, I was really getting used to this whole Ice Witch thing. It suited me perfectly.
[Focus, Host. You are about to turn a noble into an ice popsicle.]
Right. Yeah.
The temperature in the room plummeted. Frost crept across the marble floor in sharp, branching veins, climbing chair legs and crawling up the walls. The noble let out a shrill scream, stumbling backward as ice snapped into existence around his boots, locking him in place.
"No! Your Highness —! What are you doing here."
He shrieked again when the cold climbed higher, panic cracking his voice. His gaze darted wildly around the room until it landed on Elias.
"Y-your Highness!" he cried, eyes bulging. "Your Highness, please!"
Recognition flickered across his face.
And then dread.
I tilted my head slightly. "Oh?"
His mouth fell open. "Y-you... you are— not at the hospital?"
The noble went pale.
"I remember you."
