Sunday, May 29th. Sunny.
Ever since the Great smog in Backlund, the city had seen the sun more and more often. During the brief period before the new social season arrived, quite a few nobles had developed a habit of going out at noon.
Although that seemed somewhat masochistic at the end of May, compared to fashion, dignity, and achievements, a little physical suffering was nothing.
Besides, most nobles traveled in carriages stocked with a large bucket of ice. The only ones truly suffering were the coachmen—
It was worth mentioning that in just half a month, "the number of servants suffering heatstroke" had become a favorite topic among certain low- and middle-ranking nobles in Loen.
However, this resulted in a strange sight: at the height of the noon sun, carriages occasionally passed through the streets of West Borough and Empress Borough, while the other districts were almost devoid of pedestrians.
Inside a villa in Empress Borough, Cons, who had only returned home last night, stepped out through his courtyard gate. Looking at the sun he had not seen for so long, he felt warmth spread through his entire body.
He had actually returned to Backlund a week ago. However, just as Madam Integra had warned him, because of Prince Grove's death, the loss of Sealed Artifact 0-36, and the news of Night Emperor Trensost's resurrection, they had been separated and confined in MI9's dark cells. They had undergone multiple interrogations and psychiatric evaluations, and had even prayed before the holy emblem of God. Only after it was confirmed that there were no problems had they finally regained their freedom through their families' influence.
After sleeping until noon, he had finally crawled out of bed. Yet apart from passing carriages, there was not the slightest trace of life on the