Solan City.
Phoenix-Tail Flower Chamber of Commerce.
The atmosphere in the spacious hall was exceptionally oppressive. It was like the dark clouds before a storm.
Windsor looked at the figure that aged and sat in the mechanical wheelchair before her. The old man remained silent for a long time.
She could feel the decay that came from his body. It was like an old tree was about to wither and die, with no chance of revival.
Time... There wasn't much left.
The old man had lived for ten years without a heart in a wheelchair and had once torn an ancient red dragon to pieces–Peim noticed the sadness that hid in Windsor's eyes.
A smile appeared on his face. He forced himself to be alert and spoke slowly in a tone that sounded like a lamp that was out of oil.
"Girl, don't be sad. I can still hold on for a month..."
He released a long sigh as he spoke. A hint of relief flashed across his eyes.
"You've done well this month.
