Duke Moriarty began to carefully articulate the position of the Pranter Empire and its expectations for the upcoming negotiations.
The room was lit by carefully adjusted light.
As the sound of the increasing rain outside mingled with the gentle hum, the voices also blended with the white noise.
The view outside the manor was blurred by the rain, but the swaying tree shadows and distant green hills were still faintly visible, their green dimmed by the rain, making the gray skies around seem even more somber.
Hyperion looked out the window, and although the sounds of the conference room filled her ears, all she could think about at that moment was whether Lanci had brought an umbrella or not.
She recalled the time at the Boss Cat Restaurant when she went downstairs to bring Lanci an umbrella and then chatted with him under the eaves for a while; those moments didn't seem special at the time, but now, they seemed quite beautiful upon reflection.
