Although that bothered him a bit, Rain asked for some food made with mana. He watched the barkeeper summoning something like a stew, but he couldn't understand a single thing about the process, even though Rain was skilled enough to make his own nutrients and digest them.
"He doesn't seem strong, so this must be a skill of his family or something," Rain thought. "This is a good enough excuse to satisfy my hurt ego."
After filling his belly and confirming that there was nothing wrong with the food. Rain began to wait for the news about the arrival of the others. There were thirty thousand people in the star vessel… some of them were bound to appear in that city. Or so Rain was hoping…
"Maybe I shouldn't be so hopeful…" Rain thought. "I am unlucky in the game, unlucky in love, and I am lucky in my unluckiness… I guess Elisabetha will report this to Terra and Seara as well. The sisterhood is strong."
