122 There’s Nothing Cuter than my Guns

"You sure this is the right path?" Roz questioned, breath fogging his vision. They were already walking for an hour, and there was no sign of the frozen lake that Leonel talked about. It was just dead trees, snow, and more snow.

They did encounter some ice monsters and beasts along the way but decided not to engage to keep their HP and MP at full until they faced the Boss.

"Yeah. It should be here, before the mountains," answered Leonel.

"Do you know the Boss we will face?" Isolde questioned.

"Nope." Leonel gave a boyish grin. "It's going to be a surprise."

"Or will be the one surprised if it turned out to be stronger than us," muttered Roz in a low voice.

"By the way," Leonel paused and looked at the shotgun over Isolde's shoulder. "Where'd you get that?"

Isolde flexed her gun and grinned. "Oh, you mean Isolde Shotgun 1.0?"

Leonel raised a brow. "Is that its name?"