Time slowly entered February.
Hunter's Bar.
Aaron was in good spirits; Harlesey delivered good news, finding a prospective trader.
Of course, more detailed information would need to be discussed in the Black Queen Area tonight.
With such high-level transactions, it was normal to have a few exchanges even with a reliable middleman.
The morning sun streamed in from the window; there weren't many customers in the bar.
Predictably, Aaron's scheme to turn the daytime bar into a café for profit shamefully failed...
However, William, who was always wiping the tables, raised his head absently.
Isabella had been absent last night.
This was almost an inconceivable situation.
'Something's not right with Isabella lately... she's constantly in a daze, is it because of me?'
'But I clearly feel that she likes me, could I be mistaken?'
'However, she wouldn't quit this job because of that, right?'
