Late at night, the shadows of the trees were mottled outside the window.
Claire walked to the door, took off the hairpin on her head, inserted it into the keyhole, and twisted it twice.
With a click, the door opened.
When she stepped out of the room, the lights in the dark corridor weren't on.
Following the route last time, she fumbled down the spiral staircase. The servants should have rested, and the dark hall was dead silent.
Claire climbed out of the window on the first floor. Only then did she finally see that this place was like a huge European-style palace.
It was no exaggeration to say that it was a castle.
Looking up, there were dozens of floors, and a bright moon hung on the spire of the tower.
Claire had discovered that the palace was built on the mountainside.
She climbed over the tall fence, with slippers on her feet, and ran for two hours without stopping before finally reaching the city center.
