Aventurine. Our hero always manages to get out of the jaws of disaster, and it can't all be chalked up to "luck." The audience is always waiting for his mistake... maybe he himself is waiting for it too — will that day come?

These were the thoughts of Ratio when he arrived at the "The Reverie" Hotel. Tall walls and several thousand rooms in the hotel cast shadows on the main square of the hotel where a small number of people were talking or waiting for their turn. He stood aside, arms crossed over his chest, studying the crowd. Would he ever get a moment of peace? With a snort, he looked away, knowing that such a pleasure would be very rare now that he had come to help Aventurine regarding... Some collaborations with the family.

"Who would have thought... Although I'm not surprised, the city of idiots, Penaconia, where such a boor as Aventurine has arrived."

He muttered under his breath, closing his eyes and trying to immerse himself in thought through all this noise.