Fang Hong was indeed distracted, nodding his head. "I certainly planned to check it out."
It was then that the young girl slightly bowed to him, politely saying, "Excuse me, Mr. Ade, I'm glad you could talk about these things with me."
"Ah, it's no problem."
Fang Hong quickly shook his head. He watched as Hilveld said goodbye and left, feeling somewhat melancholy, but mostly he was reluctant to part with that fairy. As the girl crossed Saddle Bridge, her silhouette under the moonlight was tender, but Fang Hong was thinking of another shadow.
That moonlight was silver and splendid, his gaze as watery.
In Grey Anchorage.
Within the small town, there was an inn run by a Dwarf. During the ninety-month, the North Wind would rise, and the number of people venturing into the Dragon Roar Mountains had significantly decreased. The inn hosted only a few locals–Big Cat and a couple of others, and the weather had already begun to cool, the fireplace blazing with flames.
