Northern Ilia – a region in the snowy land which has the most massive, heaviest and deadliest snowstorm in the whole Ilia. Those who enter the area unprepared are knocking on the death door. The people who used to reside there moved out for they could no longer bear the dreadfully harsh weather. However, only one person remains. The so-called bringer of snowstorm…

One fateful night, a travelling swordsman unknowingly entered the lethal region. Overwhelmed by Ilia's natural defence force, he collapsed in the middle of the stormy night, waiting for his time to come, until someone came.

"Oh… A traveller…" With all her might, she carried the swordsman to her small house.

"Ugh… What is… this place?" The swordsman reluctantly opened his heavy eyes and sat up. He spotted his Wo Dao nearby. "Hmph… Whoever the person is, he's underestimating me…" He got off the bed and exited the modest room.

"Oh… You're awake, I see…"

The swordsman looked up to see a woman with her back facing him sitting on a rocking chair in front of the fireplace. She was covered in a blanket, looking extremely pale.

As soon as she got up and faced the swordsman, he immediately struck her with his swords.

"…! You…"

"Hmph… It was a blunt strike. Looks like her body is weak… Very weak…" He got a clear look at his saviour's face. Her hair was shoulder length and black. Her face was pale and snow white.

Suddenly, a group of grotesque men barged into the house. "Who would've expected us in this weather?! Wahahahahaha! Boys! Take all in your sight! Leave nothing behind!" exclaimed the leader.

"Boss! There're two people in here!" said one of them.

"You're free for the kill! Wahahahahaha!"

The swordsman frowned. "Pfah!" For reasons unknown even to him, he carried the woman into her room and guarded the entrance. "I shall enjoy this feast…"

Two bandits dashed towards the swordsman, but before they could even blink their eyes, he was on the head of one of them with his sword held firmly in his hand. Blood dripped from the bandit's head and as the swordsman leapt off him, his lifeless body fell. He licked some blood on his hand before turning to behead the other bandit who tried to attack him from behind.

The other two bandits and their leader were agitated. The leader swung his axe towards the swordsman but he stepped on the axe, stopping it. "Who the hell are you?!"

He pointed he sword to the bandit's forehead. "Weak…"

His eyes widened. "Don't tell me…" He was not able to finish his sentence as the swordsman thrust his sword through his skull.

"It's no mistake! He must be the infamous Sword Demon!" shouted one of the remaining bandits.

"R-R-Run!" As they tried to escape…

"…Oh… I fainted… …? Battle noise…?" The woman got up to her feet and began chanting. "Infinite Blizzard: Spiral Icicle!" The whole house suddenly got into a blizzard and icicles started shooting towards the people in the house in a circle with the woman as the centre.

The Sword Demon managed to dodge the attack, but the two bandits were killed. The woman came out of her room to see a pile of dead bodies. "…A magic user…" He approached her.

The woman backed off a little. "Come closer and I'll destroy you from the inside!"

"Hmph…"

Karel was cleaning his sword while the mage sat in front of the fireplace for heat since the snowstorm was raging outside.

"What are you called?" asked the woman.

"Karel…"

"…Karel, the snowstorm will recede tomorrow…"

"Ah…"

The next day, Karel left while the woman resumed her daily life as usual, but she was interrupted.