In a quiet room that had stood unoccupied for a long time, moonlight spilled in beside the half-drawn curtains. A pale-faced man lay on the bed. Judging by his appearance, he had only just recovered from a serious illness.
In truth, Crank, known as a noble young master, had still been playing piano in the concert hall that morning to pass the days that always bored him to death. Or rather, playing piano without an audience was one of his few hobbies.
As the saying went, there were unexpected storms in a clear sky. Crank had been perfectly fine yesterday morning when he had "happened upon" a famous doctor. The doctor had seen that he was "ailing" and deliberately taken him to a secret stronghold, where he had treated his "chronic illness" free of charge.
There had been too many details during that period, making it difficult to describe in a few words everything that had happened from yesterday morning to midnight today.
The residence where Crank stayed was an excellent place to recuperate. It lay in the southeastern corner of High Wall City, within the "Southern City: Farming and Herding District." The scenery was beautiful, with a vast stretch of farmland outside the window and a birch forest in the distance. Since the rain had just stopped, the frogs in the ditch opposite were croaking nonstop, creating a pleasant, cool midsummer night atmosphere.
A gentle breeze drifted through the window. Lying on the bed, Crank trembled his eyelids open. His eyes, which had originally been white, were now filled with black, velvet-like veins. He had just awakened and was extremely weak. In a low voice, he groaned:
"Water~"
Crank swore that in his twenty-seven years of life, he had never been this weak. The sensation of every cell shriveling