The rain continued to fall incessantly.
Eight o'clock in the evening.
Finally, at this point, the rain was just right for Jessie.
Such rain befits such a night.
Meanwhile, in the large manor house of the Eriman Clan, the party music was at its most intense.
In the brightly lit ballroom, noble men and women were dancing vigorously.
On a rainy night, swaying to cheerful music, holding fine wine in hand, with handsome men and beautiful women before them, they could indulge in dreams of the wondrous possibilities to come.
That's what a summer night in the Royal Capital should rightfully be.
"Get away!"
Just when everyone was immersed in joy, a shrill scream shattered the merriment.
A girl of radiant beauty was seen lifting her skirt, glaring in terror and anger, shouting at another person.
Everyone recognized the girl; she was Wendy from the Flam family, the darling of the noble circle, admired for her beauty and upbringing, and from a prominent family.
