People say that whenever the hydro dragon cries, it starts raining.

And it was raining, Neuvillete was standing in the rain after a trial, seemingly spaced out as he holds an umbrella to shield himself from the droplets of water. He had many thoughts on his mind, yet, his face was expressionless, unreadable.

Neuvillete went back to his senses as Wriothesley gently grabbed the umbrella from him, holding it for him. “Ah, thank you.” He stood next to him in awkward silence.