Night fell, yet Sainia remained brilliantly lit, its lights complementing the dazzling stars in the night sky.
Rona put on his top hat, straightened his black trench coat, extinguished the room's lights, and pushed open the door to leave.
Today was already the third day. He was looking forward to seeing what he might gain if he went to that coffee shop this time.
Rona had never feared Sainia's knights. With his strength, even if he could not defeat them, he still had ways to escape.
Why had that owner, who looked like a young human, opened this shop? Could it be for the city of Sainia?
But it did not seem so. If he truly harbored such ambitions, he would at least spread the news about that thing called coffee. Those Legendary Experts would surely be more than willing to act...
Thoughts swirling through his mind, Rona walked along the pedestrian path beside the buildings. The place he rented was rather secluded, so there was not a soul to be seen on the streets.
The cool evening breeze swept past. Street lamps standing along both sides of the road adorned the darkening streets with beautiful radiance, while the shadows they cast shifted constantly.
Rona suddenly looked back. The empty street was devoid of anyone, with only the unchanging black shadows cast by the surrounding buildings and plants.
It seemed to be nothing more than a casual glance. Rona's pace was not affected in the slightest, his strides maintaining their original rhythm.
In the Dream World, Herman frowned. He was certain that Rona had not discovered him, because not even a Legendary Expert could see through the Dream World parallel to reality.
Yet that vague, intangible sense could not be explained by common sense. Just as ordinary people could feel