After leaving the docks, the gale strangely subsided quite a bit. Though it still sent weeds and fallen leaves on the ground flying everywhere, at least it would no longer blow Angel's hat into the sky.
All the residents of Bansy Harbor strictly observed the custom of "do not go out on nights when the weather changes drastically." They had shut their doors tight and hidden in their homes. Not a single figure could be seen on the streets, and the candle-lit streetlamps had not been lit. Only crimson moonlight flickered faintly over the roads, adding a trace of color to the pitch-black harbor.
Guided by Danitz, the three quickly headed toward Lime Restaurant. Klein led the way, holding a cane in one hand and a borrowed lantern in the other. Protected by clear glass, the lantern steadily gave off a warm yet faint glow amid the wind, illuminating the road ahead for the two others besides Angel.
Angel stayed at the rear of the group, keeping the weakest member, Danitz, between herself and the others. Both hands were tucked into her coat pockets. Her right hand gripped the Good Luck revolver, while her left stood ready to transform the Knight Bracelet on her wrist into a suitable weapon to deal with any enemies.
The only one not quite alert, Danitz, had yet to realize that he had become the one being protected. As he usually did while traveling, he held down his wind-flapping coat with one hand and shaded his brow with the other, trying to make out their direction in the wind.
"Turn left. The road on the right leads out of the harbor and up the mountain."
He reminded them. Klein, ahead of them, changed direction and turned left into another street. For a brief moment, his