When he woke up, what caught Constantine's eyes was bare branches, scattered branches smeared on the cold gray main color of the mountain wall, like a monotonous canvas.

The faint morning light fell on Constantine's face through the branches, stabbing the boy's eyes.

Barely opening his eyes a small slit, a slight pain welled up, forcing Constantine to close his eyes again.

The whole body was stiff, the air in the lungs seemed to be evacuated, the internal organs felt like ice cubes were stuffed, and the limbs were still aching faintly.

The last blow of the Holy Light Pillar launched by Drexs caused him an unimaginable blow, leaving him in a long coma.

Constantine subconsciously shook his hands, and there was a delicate touch from his fingertips, as if there was something soft under him, as if it was a quilt.

Is it a dream?

If so, Constantine has to say that this dream is too realistic, and it can create such a real touch, which instantly makes Constantine fall into a mixture of doubt and comfort.

Wait, this white layer of stuff that covers yourself is really...... Quilt.

Constantine woke up suddenly.

Tilting his head and looking around, he found that this was a snowy forest, and that he was lying in an uncovered blanket, covered with a quilt, as if it was thanks to them that he was not frozen in the wilderness.

The pale sun hung in the treetops, and the light was soaked in a trace of coldness, as if mixed with ice.

Light snow dotted the dark green bushes and vines of the forest, and overhead were densely intertwined pitch-black branches, and it was the beginning of winter, and the snow forest was silent.

Constantine reached out and rubbed his dizzy head, and began to quickly organize his thoughts, deducing the cause and effect.

There is no doubt that the teleportation magic was successful, otherwise, he would not be lying here now, but has been evaporated by the holy light.

What made Constantine a little distressed and annoyed was that although he managed to escape, the crystal sword [Dawn] was forgotten by him on the snowy field.

The loss of this weapon, which had been with him for many years, was a great loss for Constantine, and it felt like a piece of flesh was missing from him.

However, in the emergency situation at that time, there was no other way.

I can only find a way to get it back later, Constantine sighed in his heart.

On top of that, he's worried about Roland's guy.

Fortunately, what reassured him was that the soul contract in the depths of his consciousness had not moved, which showed that Roland's life was not in danger for the time being, and maybe he passed out after the battle like him.

With the physique of a strong person in the Holy Domain, even if he lies in the snow for a month, nothing will happen, at most he will be hungry when he wakes up.

As for everything that happened to me, what happened?

In Constantine's memory, there should be no villages on the edge of the snowfield, so whose blankets and quilts belong to him?

Could it be that it was a kind traveler who passed by who saved himself?

Just as Constantine was thinking wildly, a voice broke his thoughts, the voice was as cold as frost, but it was strangely beautiful.

"Your Excellency the Magician, are you awake?"

Constantine turned his face away, and after the owner of the voice reflected in his vision, he couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

He saw a beautiful and picturesque scene.

It was a woman in her early twenties, under the tree, with a thin and soft leather armor embroidered with flowers and swords, wrapped around her slender and perfect body, a dark green background, a cloak embroidered with gold thread fluttering behind her, hunting in the north wind, and delicate brown boots painted with lifelike stag motifs on her feet.

A standard set of adventurer and ranger attire, with fine workmanship, is generally only affordable for aristocratic families, which makes people shine at first sight.

But what really stole the focus of Constantine's attention was the woman's face.

The facial features are all exquisite, but they are not as delicate as porcelain, revealing vividness and heroism, with a bit of majesty, as if a certain classical sculptor has spent his whole life carving a peerless statue.

No, it should be said that even the most brilliant masters of antiquity could not give a sculpture such a stunning appearance, which is a beauty that human art cannot bring.

For the first time in his life, Constantine felt that his vocabulary was so barren, and countless rhetoric flashed through his mind, but none of them could accurately match the impact of this scene, both visually and spiritually.

The peerless woman, the desolate snowy forest, and the undulating mountains behind him form an incomparably moving picture that rises in Constantine's heart and is eternally fixed ever since.

She stood there, but the vast snowfields of the north, the mountains, the woods, and the sky, all lost their color, and became the backdrop for her appearance.

It's as if she's the real northern landscape.

...

Kahiko noticed the faint surprise and surprise between the boy's eyebrows, which she was not surprised.

Growing up, almost everyone who saw her appearance, whether male or female, had a similar reaction, and she had long been used to it.

If Constantine appeared to feel nothing, she would still be suspicious in her heart.

A day ago, she had gone out of the mountains to observe the movement of the great battle in the snowfield, but when she arrived, she looked around and found that the great battle had ended, and the powerful magician who had caused the vision of heaven and earth had disappeared.

By the time she returned to the mountains with nothing, it was late at night.

Then on the way back to the mountains, she saw the unconscious teenager in the snowy forest.

From the clothes, she judged that the boy should be a magician,

What does he have to do with the Archmagister? I might be able to get some information from him.

After thinking for a while, she carried Constantine back to the camp in the snowy forest, and noticing that the young mage seemed to be badly wounded and breathing weakly, she covered him with a blanket and a quilt, and waited for him to wake up.

This is a very natural behavior, Kayan doesn't feel anything wrong in her bones, although the environment she grew up in since she was a child, so that she believes in the way of the strong like most dragon vein people, but there is a little difference, she will never regard the life of the weak as nothing, let alone see death without help.

It is because of this that she has earned the loyalty and love of the North Wind Legion from top to bottom.

Maybe she didn't realize it, but this was actually the subtle influence that the time she spent living in Winterfell when she was a child.

Her idol in her heart, the former Twilight Sword Saint Archduke Elliott, did the same, and the Grand Duke remembered that the Grand Duke regarded every child of Azeroya in the land as a sibling.

So, after returning to Azeroa and seeing the first person in need of help, Kayan instinctively did the same, without hesitation.

Constantine did not know at this time that the character that the Grand Duke's father had quietly saved back then had been rewarded in him.

He stared at the woman in front of him with some stunnedness, as if he felt a little familiar, and it took a while to react, and nodded a little stiffly and mechanically.