C108 Want to Kill Me

The path, winding as if without end, was impossibly large in Plum Garden, and the sweeping snow hurt my hands so much that I could hear my bones crunching in the cold.

"Hey, it's snowing so heavily, stop sweeping here." A clear male voice shouted from behind him.

I turned to see a guard. He must have heard something and came to see.

Ignoring him, I still had to sweep