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... I had vaguely imagined a winter landscape, but the reality was different from what I had in mind. It was natural since it wasn't winter yet.

It was an error I would have realized if I had thought just a bit more, but I don't know why I imagined a fortress covered in white snow.

Did I like snowy scenery? No, actually, I hated snow.

It was because of the memories of shoveling snow from the training grounds and the courtyard in front of the dormitory at Blood Cloud Fortress. ...

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