It was just a brief autumn rain.
An Su lifted his eyes and watched the rain streaks outside the dim iron window, leaves of a parasol tree swaying. A fine drizzle covered the sky with an orange veil, the barely detectable light rain tapping the eaves, a thin mist letting through a bit of hazy sunlight, and a thick rime forming on the pines outside, gently scattering the broken light that fell.
The sky was about to clear.
Apart from the ticking autumn leaves and parasol trees, the brown roof tiles hidden by them, the white rime, and the orange sky—and besides An Su Moningsta, two years later—no one else in this world could know that an autumn rain named Yage Sylvia had once come.
An Su still had many questions, many unknowns.
Miss Enya's true identity, her relationship with the Shadow Mother Goddess, where exactly Miss Enya came from… What did she truly know? Or rather, what had her former self known?
What exactly had happened in his past with Miss Enya?
