Climbing down was even more difficult than Angel had imagined.
At least when climbing up, he could see the cracks in the wall, determine where to place his feet, and plan his route forward. But when climbing down, the uneven surface of the wall obscured what lay below. Being able to find a crack to foothold in smoothly already counted as good luck.
The only thing that comforted Angel was the faint red glow spilling from Black Tea Earl's study. Guided by that red light, he would not lose his bearings.
At first, Angel's descent went fairly smoothly, but as time passed, his physical exertion began to increase sharply.
What worried Angel even more was that he faintly heard the rustling of leaves in the courtyard.
This seemed to mean that wind was brewing...
With his strength waning and his grip growing weaker, another gust of wind would be an absolute disaster for him.
At first, Angel still harbored a sliver of hope. But when his long-silent intuition suddenly awakened and frantically warned him, he understood... the wind's arrival was unavoidable.
And the wind forming this time would definitely not be a breeze.
Angel's expression turned grave as he began considering ways to deal with it.
But before he could come up with a strategy, another change occurred—
The air around him suddenly became damp. A raindrop fell softly near Angel, leaving a fresh streak down a black brick dusted with grime.
Was it raining?
Angel raised his head and looked toward the sky.
The darkness concealed the clouds, and he could make nothing out. The only thing Angel saw was Rabbit Chacha poking its head out and calling anxiously down at him.
Angel could not hear what Chacha was saying, but he could guess. It was nothing more than