Hill lay on the window, watching the Giant Los with a face full of reluctance.
The headscarf he wore fluttered in the wind due to his violent punching.
The Goddess of Winter was wrapping it back around him, circle by circle.
"Gosh~" Hill couldn't help but exclaim.
List and Alice both looked outside, then turned to Hill with puzzled expressions.
"In the birthplace of Bel Los, a man's headscarf is not something just anyone can touch," Hill slowly explained, then couldn't help but laugh, "I no longer have to worry about dealing with this Los causing any problems, Talos, however crazy, would never acknowledge any connection with this False God.
The Frost Maiden would go mad.
Whoever did this had better be prepared to be hunted by the Storm God for tens of thousands of years!"
