A clear morning.
Ian opened his eyes a little later than usual.
Because his fatigue hadn't completely dissipated for several reasons, it was a morning slightly later than his norm.
Stepping out of his room with a weary sigh, Ian spotted the members gathered by the second-floor window as he headed down the stairs.
Everyone seemed to be looking out the window, watching something.
Approaching them, Ian spoke first.
'What are you all doing there?'
'Ah, Master.'
When Ian's voice suddenly came from behind, everyone flinched unnecessarily and stepped back from the window.
Wondering what on earth they were looking at, Ian peeked out the window and asked.
'Is there something outside?'
'There's something over there.'
Rin pointed out the window.
A small procession was passing by along with soldiers. People wearing chains and handcuffs walked down the street behind the soldiers.
It was a time when restoration work was almost finished and the festival was just around the corner.
