Angele left the carriage carrying his pouch that had the box which contained the cube.
After spending so long in checking the merchandise, it was now afternoon.
The orange light from the setting sun illuminated on the ground.
"La~Lalala~Lalalala~"
He heard someone singing from a carriage on the other side.
Angele turned around.
A young girl sat beside the opened door of the carriage; her long, black hair was eye-catching.
The girl’s legs were long and slim. She was wearing brown leather boots and a pair of tight blue pants. The hems of the pants were slightly damaged, but she still looked attractive in them.
There was a white flower in the girls’ hand and she was sniffing at it carefully.
The sun was still setting. The vibrant light shined upon her white one piece and black coat. She looked like a girl that did not belong to this land.
Angele looked at the girl for a while. She reminded him of someone familiar, but he just could not come up with the name.
