December 24th, the winter festival competition, a strong wind blowing.
Although the noise outside was exceptionally boisterous, with various cheers and screams mixed in, Tilan's heart remained particularly quiet. Gazing at the opponent waiting for her, the image of the bustling South First District surfaced vaguely in the girl's mind—the night years ago when she first arrived and sat with her family in the audience, astonished by the figure of Temisia soaring through the night sky, so remote and powerful as if she belonged to a completely different world.
What was going through Sia's mind at that time? The joy of victory, or sheer indifference? Shaking her head, Tilan thought that, given Temisia's personality, she would probably forget about that night rather quickly.
