Inside the forest,
A large figure wrapped in a black cloak could be seen walking calmly, step by step.
Yet strangely enough, each step seemed to cover a hundred paces.
The figure blurred, disappearing and reappearing among the tree like a ghost.
"…"
Goldie stopped in its tracks and surveyed the area.
Its master had told it to find two things.
One was the frozen lake.
The other was the first woman.
....That emotionless woman it had seen for the first time, the one its master love to played with on the bed every day.
Goldie didn't fully understand what "playing" meant.
But Goldie knew she was important.
Very important.
Slowly, it lowered its gaze to its own hand.
Looking down at that large palm, which now seemed to contain far more overwhelming power than before, its golden-lit eyes flared slightly.
Just then—
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
Movement came from above as ten more white-cloaked figures landed around Goldie.
