The cold air was thick, and countless small and delicate frost flowers quietly spread, making a subtle rustling sound, and gradually condensed into clusters of crystal bright ice edges. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The eyelashes are condensed with ice crystals and hang low.

A tall middle-aged man hung over the frozen room, a pair of slender wings covered with ice and snow that were almost frozen, stretched out at his sides, firmly bound by heavy iron chains.

He lowered his head and looked at the girl in the sky below, and his voice was soft:

"Is that okay?"

The girl looked up at him, stunned, frowned slightly, opened her mouth again, but stopped talking.

According to the spiral tower, the person in charge of delivering food is not allowed to stay in the prison for too long, nor can he communicate too much with the prisoner, let alone approach or even feed the prisoner without permission......

She lowered her head and wrung her fingers, a little hesitant.

But......

After a pause, the girl slowly raised her head and looked at the man who was quietly watching her in the sky above the room, her eyes twitching slightly.

But

If this person is Lord Spirit, maybe ...... It's okay to take a little risk?

She pursed her lips and lowered her eyelids slightly.

Since birth, he has been in this icy spiral tower for fifteen years.

For as long as she can remember, she has been learning to cook and cook with her grandparents, and as a special food delivery person, she cooks and delivers meals to the prisoners held in the spiral tower every day.

This kind of work is boring day after day, but at least the family is reunited and the basic life is not worried. Therefore, although the special work of "delivering food to prisoners" in the spiral tower is cold and difficult, it is also a helpless choice for many poor people.

But as a price, they can't leave here for the rest of their lives.

As a child, she loved it because it was beautiful. She was always smiling and running above the silvery sea of ice, watching the scattered snowflakes fall from the deepest part of the sky, reaching out her little red hand to catch them.

Until one day, she came across the tall beast-like skeletons that walked back and forth on the surface of the sea—the loyal and dangerous guardians of the forbidden land.

If it weren't for the guards who happened to pass by and save her, her life would have come to an abrupt end and she would have disappeared under the sea of ice.

From then on, she no longer dared to play and wander on the ice sea.

It's just that the world is so big and so monotonous, except for snow, it's still snow.

As she grew up and her grandparents grew old, she began to take on the responsibility of delivering meals on her own.

After seeing the prisoners of the Spiral Tower for the first time, she shrunk into her small bed at home and shivered all night.

Hideous and distorted faces, chains bound and confined, frozen prisons, crumbling wings and skeletons, hoarse and shrill roars and roars......

It turned out that in the bright white tower that I had been looking up and dreaming of since I was a child, the devil was imprisoned.

And her job is to bring food to the devil.

Just like boiling water in the ice and snow, the heart will also cool.

The world is so hopeless.

But there is no second way but to survive.

She slowly got used to it, and was able to carry the lunch box into those cold prisons without changing her face, and put the food away one by one in the midst of the roars and insults that filled her ears with a blank expression, and then left with the lunch box.

White and cold like ice and snow, calm and silent.

It turns out that this is the color of life -

She had been thinking about this until she met Spirit-sama.

Later, I learned that there were such energetic and humorous people in this world, who would greet her lazily, comment on the quality of the food, be picky eaters and order food with great energy, and discuss all kinds of things with her with great interest, about prisoners, about guards, about the poor and rich, and even about the outside world......

Although, he is also one of those devils imprisoned in the White Tower.

In the icy and snowy world, that man is like a flame, radiating warmth and softness......

And she is a moth that looks up to the light.

The cold air flowed, and the sharp and slender bright ice edges were like dense spider webs all over every corner of the room, and the faint sound of the growth of the ice edges was faintly heard.

The man hung in the air, staring at the girl below who suddenly fell silent and had not spoken for a long time, gently lowered his eyelashes, and smiled:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked for that...... It's okay, you can go back quickly. ”

"It's okay," the voice suddenly sounded, and the girl looked up at him with a sparkle in her eyes, "I do." ”

If it's you, I'd do.

The man looked down at her quietly, a smile appeared on his lips, and he nodded slightly:

"That'...... I'm sorry for you. ”

The cold frost flowers bloom quietly, like snow-white wings gently stretched.

The girl held the steaming meal, her wings relaxed, and slowly rose towards the sky above the room.

The soft, slender braided hair was stained with a few snowflakes and gently fluttered from the waist.

She hovered in front of the man who was firmly held in the air by several chains, her wings stretched steadily, carefully scooping up a spoonful of food and blowing it to his mouth.

The girl watched him eat one bite after another, and her eyes flowed with a touch of gentleness:

"You eat slowly. ”

The man looked up at her and said in a soft voice, "Thank you." ”

"However, I really didn't expect that you would really be willing to come up and feed me," he blinked, as if he was a little surprised, "I'm an S-class criminal on the 56th floor, aren't you afraid?"

The girl shook her head slightly:

"Don't be afraid, although you are also in the spiral tower, you are not like those criminals. ”

"How is it different?" he tilted his head in amusement.

"Hmm......" the girl thought for a moment, "you...... Very talkative, very gentle, and very considerate, unlike those criminals who only go crazy and yell. ”

The man lowered his eyelids lightly and smiled faintly:

"That is, how could I possibly be on par with those little minions. ”

The girl looked at him as if she had suddenly fallen silent, and her voice was soft, a little hesitant:

"I ...... I don't know why you got into the spiral tower or how long you've been here...... But ......"

She looked at him, her voice stammering but earnest:

"However, I believe you are not a bad person...... Even if you have done something wrong, you must have been confused for a while......"

The man looked at her with a soft gaze and did not speak.

"The person who picked you up from the spiral tower may come at any moment," the girl looked at the meal in her hand, and her voice was low, "This may be the last meal I will make for you, ...... In the future, please be sure to cherish it. The outside world is colorful, and you will definitely live a free and happy ......"

"Free ......?" the man turned his face slightly, looking out the closed window in the room at the long snow that was falling, "that kind of thing...... It's not that easy. ”

The girl looked at him, gently scooped up a spoonful of food and brought it to his lips again.

He turned his face sideways, but did not open his mouth, just quietly stared at the girl in front of him, and his voice was as soft as drifting frost and snow:

"Do you really, want me to be free and happy?"

The girl nodded without hesitation.

He looked at her, smiled softly, his eyes were clear and flowing with a touch of tenderness, as if the whirlpool was quietly flowing, and his voice suddenly became a little ethereal and hazy:

"That'...... Would you like to help me?"

The girl blinked lightly and looked into his eyes:

"I, but I ...... anything but cooking."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The bowl suddenly fell from the air, cracked and shattered on the ground, and steaming meals and soup spilled on the ground.

The girl fell from the sky like a light snowflake, her soft and slender braided hair swayed gently, and her snow-white wings were stained with a few small snowflakes, hanging weakly behind her.

She fell beside the broken bowl, her supple braids spreading out to the ground, as quiet as a sleeping snowflake.

The ragged clothes were frosty, and there were slight ice stains.

The man hung high above the room, his long wings covered with ice and snow and nearly frozen, restrained by heavy chains and unable to move.

He raised his chin slightly, condescendingly looking down at the unconscious girl on the ground, and between the few strands of hair on his forehead that fell haphazardly, a faint red light flickered, like a red glow intoxicated.

Hazy and flickering, showing a delicate and beautiful poppy pattern, enchanting and charming, breathtaking.

He looked at the girl below, a shallow smile on the corner of his lips, and his voice was low, like a faint sigh:

"You can do it. ”