The rain kissed Fontaine with a ceaseless sigh, each drop a shimmering pearl against the Palais Mermonia. Beneath its vaulted arches, where the air hummed with the murmur of prayers and the drips of water, stood Neuvillette. His figure, cloaked in the obsidian robes of the Iudex, was a stark contrast to the vibrant mosaics adorning the hall.

As the last petitioner shuffled away, a hush fell over the court. Neuvillette turned, his gaze sweeping across the intricate stained glass windows.

"Ah so, you have heard of that local legend as well?,"