The golden-orange afternoon sunlight swept across the stone streets of the border city, casting long shadows from the gothic-style buildings along the commercial district. A cool breeze blew gently, carrying the aroma of fresh wheat bread from the bakery and the faint scent of magical machine oil from the weapon workshops.
After finishing her orange juice and cookies at the open café, Sylvia decided to continue her leisurely stroll. She walked with unhurried, elegant steps. Her long jet-black hair gleamed softly under the afternoon light, fluttering gently with every step she took.
On her left shoulder, Sol, the small golden cat that had filled its stomach with roasted meat and sweets, was closing its eyes while occasionally giving a tiny yawn. Meanwhile, on her right shoulder, Noir sat upright with an elegant posture, its pair of purple eyes calmly surveying the surroundings as though the entire city lay within its grasp.
