The carriage dashed down the waterlogged streets of the Empire Capital, sending up a spray of water.
Enola sat in the back seat by the window, gazing blankly at the grey, mist-shrouded city outside.
Rainwater trickled down the glass, carving tiny, winding ravines.
She had always been the ice-queen type, and the recent outpouring of emotions had seemingly drained her potential, making the current Enola even quieter than before.
"Why go to the Dark Night Garden?"
"I want to confirm some suspicions."
"Like... whether what I experienced before was the true history of five hundred years ago, or merely a long dream."
"Oh."
This was the only conversation that had taken place between Shiayar and Enola after they had boarded the carriage.
After that, she just sat by the window, lost in thought, allowing Shiayar, who sat beside her, to restlessly stroke her hair as if she were a cat accustomed to being petted.
A cat only lets those it is closest to pet its head.
