Other families rely on space powers in their last days. My husband is the watchman and I am the widower.
When the extreme cold comes, the nobles and nobles scold us for being a cheap industry and want to steal food and kill people?
Sorry, my autopsy knife knows the weak points of living people's bodies very well, and I can kill a child with one knife.
My taciturn husband's listening and trap skills, which he has honed during night patrols, are just perfect for collecting corpses from uninvited guests.
She did an autopsy in the light, and he killed someone in the dark night.
When the former dignitaries froze to death in the snow, this couple at the bottom of the capital was stepping on their bones to establish a new world order!
