From the top floor window of the Headquarters Merchant Association, Melisa looked out at the busy street outside. The atmosphere outside reminded Melisa of the festivals usually held in the Sigmund Kingdom. And, it made her feelings complicated for some reason.
Several days have passed since Melisa and the others started staying at the Merchant Association Headquarters. Every day, at most, they only came down to eat before they returned to the special floor where they lived. It would be a lie if that kind of monotonous life didn't make Melisa bored. However, with their status, as usual, Melisa had no other choice but to accept her fate.
Melisa subconsciously took a deep breath. She was about to turn around to rest in her room when someone suddenly put an arm around her waist.
