The autumn wind grew cooler by the day. Although it hadn't reached a "chilly" level yet, the gusts that greeted one's face in the morning when opening the window inevitably prompted a slight shiver. However, from another perspective, this cool breeze could swiftly clear a groggy mind and quickly calm an overly restless heart.
Gawain stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his study, watching the fallen leaves in the courtyard below being swept up by the wind, and the surface of the pond below ripple in waves. A long snake tail extended from nearby bushes, its tip lazily soaking in the pond. This peaceful, everyday scene, along with the cold wind blowing into the room, gradually soothed his nerves. He turned around and looked at Veronica, who was still standing by the desk. "If the Fyrna Sisters of those days really couldn't all return, if it truly was something unknown from the domain of the gods that returned to our world, then what do you think their purpose would be?"
