For Somo City, this night was longer than expected.
In the first half of the night, a rare and fierce storm brutally washed over the ancient city, leaving the entire city oppressed into silence.
But in the second half of the night, the rain suddenly weakened, yet the city became noisy during what should have been an even quieter period.
Countless Rhein Knights suddenly assembled and rushed anxiously toward their Great Cathedral; the awakened sheriff, with sleepy eyes, muttered, "What are these guys up to?" and then turned over to continue sleeping; an elderly man with graying hair pulled a cart along the road out of the city, the white cloth on the cart strikingly conspicuous; in the small church, a mother held her suddenly recovering child, crying incessantly, while the Priest, continuously thanked, smiled and nodded but also flashed a hint of confusion.
All of this was reflected in the eyes as bright as stars, eventually settling on the small inn in the deep alley.
