In a place on the mountain where the wind was off, Betsy put up a fire after setting up a few pieces of dead wood. Then, he placed his hands on top of the fire to roast, allowing his stiff palms to gradually regain their warmth and softness. He was at the lowest point in his life. His left hand had become an ornament, and his physical strength and energy had fallen to the bottom. Not to mention a high rank, even a sixth or seventh step esper could take his life.

And Pedephanie, ...