A lot changed once they entered Lehainjar. Firstly, the weather was god awful. It wasn’t eternally snowing in the snowfield, though more than often, it was, but there were times when the sun sent down its warm rays. But it was quite difficult to even see the sun in Lehainjar. Of course, the sun would be busily going about its day somewhere high in the sky, but the insane blizzard made it impossible to even make out the color of the sky. With it snowing nonstop like this, it was hard to think of the never-ending crystal of white as anything other than simple trash.

It didn’t just snow, either. Occasionally, or rather quite often, chunks of ice that were larger than pebbles but smaller than boulders would hail down from the sky, and these chunks were hard enough to crack open a normal man’s head with a single blow.

“What the fuck is wrong with this mountain? It’s like Sienna cast a spell on it,” grumbled Eugene while glaring at the onslaught of snow and ice.

Sienna had always been the definition of all brawn, no brains, so she would always cause natural disasters right before a large-scale battle. Among the many spells in her repertoire, Sienna had always favored casting murderous snowstorms and hail over a large area.

Of course, the snow and hail of Lehainjar were no match for Sienna’s blizzard, and it certainly wasn’t strong enough to break Eugene’s skull or bones, even if he stood out in the open for several days. Even so, he had no intention of suffering a perpetual beating, so he cast a spell around him to block the snow and hail.

However, wasn’t it natural to feel crappy after being pummeled for an extended period of time?

“Kieeng.” Abel cried out in discontent. Since entering Lehainjar, Abel suddenly became more obedient to Eugene. He clearly understood that Eugene protected him from the snow and hail.

“It’s getting more difficult the higher we climb,” commented Kristina.

As patient as she was, she also felt quite tired of this mountain. Apart from Noir Giabella’s attack, or rather mischievous greeting, they had not encountered any difficulties. Most monsters had avoided them due to Eugene’s presence, and the blizzard had also been bearable.

But Lehainjar was different. Even though the mountain was connected to the snowfield, it felt like a desolate area completely separate from the snowfield. It was to the extent that the Samar Forest seemed like a nice place for a stroll compared to here.

Moreover, the monsters of the mountain were fearless and fierce. Even without Eugene hiding his presence, the monsters rushed in, bearing their fangs and claws.

[This is the northernmost part of the continent, after all,] Anise commented.

The vast snowfield they crossed was at the northern end of the Northern Kingdom of Ruhr, and Lehainjar...