Autumn deepens, and the chilly evening breeze has completely replaced the once scorching summer air. The wind from the northern plains rustles the leaves of the trees outside the office, with the sound echoing in the sunset as a couple of leaves are swept inside, spinning through the open window and landing near a swiftly writing pen on the desk.
Aunt Heidi's attention was interrupted by the falling leaf. She lifted her gaze to look out the window, her hand unconsciously stopping its signing. Seeing a flock of migrating birds flying across the vast, clear sky, the Grand Governor of the Empire couldn't help but smile and gently murmured to herself, "It's autumn again... This year has finally passed peacefully for the most part."
