Arios And Mail’s Arrival

Ten days later.

Shitoen and I were waiting on the mansion porch for the carriage to arrive.

The rain that had continued falling since morning seemed to have finally stopped after noon. It was not quite clear weather, but the sky, thinly veiled with clouds, was blue, and the sunlight shining through it was highly transparent. Perhaps the wind had blown away the humidity along with the rain clouds, because it felt as if the scent of autumn had arrived a little early.

“Are you cold, Shitoen?”

This much was just right for me, but compared to the past few...