The sky had been clear, at least while you were enjoying a breath of fresh air on a leisurely walk around the Court of Fontaine. It was such a beautiful nation, you couldn’t help but close your eyes, taking a seat on a bench in the warm sun.

You were stunned out of your daze by a few droplets of rain splattering on your face. Blinking as you wiped it away, something your close friend had told you tugged at your memory. What had Neuvillette said exactly…?

You had a feeling it had something to do with the rain and being upset, and so you redirected your route.

Tentatively opening the door to his office in the Palais Mermonia, you could faintly hear soft, sad sounding noises. Your eyes found Neuvillette, standing at the window and covering his face with one hand.