I am {Ivan}, the idiot that everyone in the ice city-state shouts about. Others think I'm crazy and can only giggle and chew snow, but they don't know that I hide the secret of being able to hear the whispers of the dead. The serial cases of frozen corpses on the ice field, the strange runes under the church, the late night wailing in the aristocratic mansion, and the whispers of the dead continued to penetrate my ears. I put on the mask of stupidity, hid my conspiracy in my clumsy giggle, and pieced together every clue of the dead soul. When the nobles treat me as a pawn and the priests treat me as a sacrifice, I will use the whispers of the dead souls to overturn the conspiracy of the entire ice field when they are most proud.
