It was just another cold autumn evening. Another cold rain was pouring, and Neuvillette was just strolling through the desert streets of Fontaine, many residents of Fontaine did not welcome, and some condemned such walks, but Neuvillette certainly did not care about it

Somewhere on one of the streets, someone called out to him and then ran up to him... Wriothesley... Seeing him in my soul for some reason, I immediately warmed up, since this was probably the only person who could talk without reproachful comments, but in a simple way.

"I thought you weren't working at this time of day and weather anymore... Won't Sigewinne beat you?"

Neuvillette turned his head towards the panting Wriothesley, who was still standing next to him with an umbrella in his hand