Ice B3C9

"We'd need to buy you another Guild Hall!? Are you-" I froze as Weiss' hand touched my leg, but that wasn't the only reason. It was the actual ice creeping up my feet, securing me in place. Her eyes were on mine, and very cold. She shook her head. "N-Never mind," I said, sitting down. "I apologise for my outburst."

"Please forgive him, Roman. He's been badly affected by this, as have we all."

"Well, I suppose that's understandable." He grinned at me. "No hard feelings, kid. I'll let it go."

Why, that slimy son of a bitch! I wanted nothing more than to leap across the table and strangle him, but Weiss' ice wouldn't let me. That was probably a good thing given that he was in a much higher year than I was. Whether a Thief was a combat Class or not, he'd probably smear me across the wall of his office.

"Thank you for that," Weiss said politely. "I think we've done what we came for. We just wanted to keep you abreast of what happened." Weiss stood, and since the ice cracked off my feet, I assumed I was supposed to as well.