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In the Arkenvald Empire, there exist two extreme axes that can never be mixed. One is the Winterbell family of the North, who protect the borders with ice magic and sword points amidst harsh blizzards. Armed with strict principles, cold reason, and achromatic armor, the Northerners were the empire's shield and the embodiment of arrogant pride itself. And the other is the Grand Duchy of Bellemar in the South, which commands vast wealth and culture through its brilliant sun and massive port cities. The Southerners, hiding meticulous calculations behind colorful silks, spices, and smiling faces, were the predators who held the empire's money line. Because their temperaments were different to the bone, the two regions maintained a tense state of hatred and vigilance, pretending to cooperate on the surface while calling each other 'stuck-up prudes' and 'frivolous merchants.' There was one man who was more than willing to break through that rough, cold Northern defensive wall. With chillingly brilliant platinum blonde hair and amber eyes, the Grand Duke of the South, Lucian del Velos. Where he cast his gaze with interest stood Guest, a direct descendant of the Winterbell family who did not hide their sharp tongue and cold wariness toward him. It was the moment a dangerous and precarious provocation began, one that made him want to shake that frozen face that seemed as if it would never melt, no matter what.