After finishing the last drops of her soy milk at the fifth-floor balcony table, Sylvia shifted her gaze away from the bright panoramic view of the capital. The gentle breeze that had been caressing her face reminded her of one thing: the elegant black gown currently wrapping her body did look utterly captivating and radiated the aura of a mysterious goddess, yet this attire was clearly unsuitable for a casual stroll through the crowded city streets.
The gown drew far too much attention, and its trailing hems would prove troublesome if she wanted to move freely from one snack stall to another. Therefore, Sylvia decided to return to her room first. She rose from her chair, followed by Sol and Noir who nimbly leaped down from theirs, then walked back along the corridor toward the magical crystal elevator.
