The portrait on the castle wall that had no human figures turned to ashes in the fire, and from then on, Bloomington had no more Gregner.
Half a year later, in Thorne City in Gregner.
In a piano store on Wenart Street, there was a commotion.
"Refund the money!"
It was a lady with a loud voice.
The piano store spanned about a hundred square meters, with a dozen pianos arranged seemingly at random, but with an order within the chaos. A few oddly styled oil paintings hung on the walls, depicting horses and wolves—all animals. The chandeliers overhead were very luxurious and expensive-looking, while the carpet below was fluffy and seemed very comfortable. The entire store's decor was bold and strange, yet surprisingly harmonious.
"Refund the money!"
The lady was indignant.
