When the sun rose in the morning, the darkness that clouded Eiders swiftly went away.
That ominous presence scattered into nothingness as well.
Kieran was standing in his room on the second floor and looking through the window, watching the people on the streets.
Each of them was showing smiles from the bottom of their hearts while bathing under the sunlight.
It wasn't happiness but… gratefulness to be able to survive another day!
It seemed like even the commoners knew something about the night at Eiders.
"The night is dangerous while the day is safe? Interesting."
Kieran stood up with his bag and went downstairs.
Lagren was yawning behind the bar counter while a plain-dressed yet clean-looking young man stood beside him.
"This is my worker, Little Tom. This is our V.I.P guest… Right, what should we call you?"
It wasn't until now that Lagren remembered that he never asked for Kieran's name.
