The glow of the setting sun filtered through stained glass, spilling into the hall from narrow high windows. The originally brilliant light was fractured by the colored panes, turning into mottled, uncanny patterns.
Wind Orchid City was a border city within Rick Province. It possessed vast, fertile plains as well as treacherous mountain ranges, and the city itself stood at the junction between mountains and flatlands. The region was famous for its beer, goats, and horses.
And the lord of this city, Adrian Ross, sat at a long table beneath the mottled sunset. He reached out and picked up a cute cloth doll, his brows tightly furrowed. The stained glass was green, so the light shining through it was also green—distorted and uneven—making the otherwise spirited young noble look faintly terrifying.
"My dear elder brother… why does he always send me these ridiculous dolls? I'm not a child anymore. Damn it—he's humiliating me!"
