In the semi-subterranean two-story building, Lumian and Aurore quietly consumed their belated lunch.
The mutton, which should have been succulent and tender, tasted utterly bland on their palates.
Barely satiated, Lumian was about to clear the table when tinkling sounds reached his ears.
"Leah and the others?" He glanced towards the door.
Aurore, too, sensed something. She set down her cutlery and fixed her gaze upon the entrance.
Moments later, the doorbell chimed.
Without hesitation, Lumian abandoned his seat and strode towards the door, peering at the visitors through the peephole.
It was indeed Leah, accompanied by the other two foreigners.
Valentine had finally changed his attire. Previously engulfed in flames due to the Sufferer's aura, Madame Pualis had tended to his wounds, but his scorched clothing was beyond repair.
Lumian swung the door open and greeted them with a warm smile.
