The festival of the Labyrinth, which had lasted for several days, finally came to an end.
The heat of the festival, which had burned like a wildfire, was gradually cooling down, and the city was clearing away the remaining traces to return to its daily routine.
"Captain. Here is your tea."
"Right. Thanks, Tanya."
Tanya brought tea to Ian, who was reading the newspaper at the first-floor table.
Ian set down the paper and picked up the teacup, glancing slightly out the window.
Because of the festival events held since early morning, it had been irritatingly noisy for the past few days. This was a quiet morning, the first in quite some time.
"It's quite leisurely today…."
It was a stray thought that crossed Ian's mind.
…Don't they say that the moment you say such a thing, something busy suddenly crops up?
Simultaneously with that thought, the outside suddenly became clamorous.
Thump, thump, thump!
