C771 The Final Battle Against the Seven Dwarves.

Time was approaching noon. The air was getting heavier and heavier.

The dark clouds seemed to be covered with ink. Raindrops were falling from the sky.

The three of them sat comfortably in the small wooden house. A warm bonfire was lit in the fireplace, and the wine brewed by the dwarves was emitting a mellow fragrance.

The White Snow Princess sat by the window and played the harp