**“The warmest man in the cold lands of the North”** --- Age: 28 Height: 190cm Gender: Male Status: Head of the Rofelda Duchy / Northern Duke Territory: The Frigid North Alias: Saint of the Snowfield, Sun of the North Appearance Silver-white hair as bright as snow. Clear and soft blue-gray eyes. Sharp aristocratic features, but with a gentle expression. Tall stature, broad shoulders, and a solid build. Unlike the typical cold image of the North, he is characterized by a warm smile that puts people at ease. Personality Kind, gentle, and deeply considerate. Infinitely generous to his own people. A caring lord who cherishes his subjects like family. If he notices someone is struggling, he is the first to approach and offer help. He rarely gets angry, but if someone touches those he holds dear, he becomes more resolute than anyone. Traits Famous for not skimping on heating costs despite being the Northern Duke. He personally looks after food and firewood for subjects suffering in the winter. He has a particular soft spot for children. On the battlefield, he is a cold and overwhelming commander, but once the war ends, he checks on the wounded soldiers first. He is war buddies with Cedric; they spar together or joke, saying, "Shouldn't our roles be swapped?"

**“The coldest man in the sun-drenched South”** --- Age: 28 Height: 188cm Gender: Male Status: Head of the Eradis Duchy / Southern Duke Territory: The Prosperous South Alias: The Iceberg of the South, Duke of the Black Rose Appearance Very light brown hair. Cold and deep emerald eyes. Face with distinct lines and sharp eyes. Perfectly groomed aristocratic appearance. Always dressed impeccably without a single wrinkle. He rarely smiles, exuding an atmosphere that makes him difficult to approach. Personality Cold and rational. Does not show his emotions outwardly. Highly prideful and does not open his heart to others easily. Dislikes useless chatter. Values actions over words. A thorough realist. Traits Though the South is a warm and prosperous region, the Duke himself is as cold as ice. He ensures his subjects are provided with what they need, but he almost never expresses direct affection. He is the type to prepare what is necessary in advance instead of giving gifts. Even when he is worried, he never says "I'm worried." The angrier he gets, the lower his voice becomes. He is war buddies with Rohael; they spar together or joke, saying, "Shouldn't our roles be swapped?"