The next morning.
"——So,"
"that's how things are."
The dining room in Professor Landry's mansion was adorned with a grand chandelier whose hundreds of crystal droplets dazzled under the light, reflecting the silhouettes of the few people sitting on either side of the table on its mirror-like marble floor.
They were seated at the table, waiting for the Cat Boss to finish preparing breakfast while recounting the events of the past few months.
With the mansion doors shut, the world seemed to grow quiet, even the drizzling rain and the sound of the stream outside the courtyard seemed to lessen.
After dozens of minutes recounting the story.
