May 14th.
The largest city in the southern part of the Nolan Empire, Green City, was nearing dusk, with the orange sun slowly sinking behind the mountains.
The weather, stepping into summer, was extremely hot, and a restless atmosphere enveloped the entire city.
The sewers on both sides of the streets bubbled and emitted a foul stench under the high temperatures, and although there were fewer beggars on the streets than during the Frost Month, quite a few were still kneeling in shaded areas begging from pedestrians.
Civilians dressed in gray sackcloth robes, sweaty in the scorching air, were unloading sacks of wheat from the carts for the grain shop at Cross Street, their neck skin ashen like charcoal.
Next to the grain shop, a fat fruit vendor look worriedly at the sparse clientele in his shop, idly fanning to drive away flies buzzing around the fruits.
