The red sun rose for the first time.
Dawn City, which had lain silent through the night, regained its bustle beneath the golden-red sunlight.
Time slowly passed.
The sun rose in the east and set in the west. After a busy day, a silver moon rose from the mist and hung high in the night sky.
Day and night completed another cycle.
Meanwhile, in a guest room of Night Mountain Castle, Glaimo rose from the sofa. "It's getting late. I won't disturb you three any longer."
"Since you'll both be staying at Night Mountain for the next few days anyway, we can talk again tomorrow."
As Glaimo spoke, he looked across from him.
On the sofa opposite sat Mr. Sun, Ms. Moon, and their wilful little daughter. They rose to their feet as well.
Mr. Sun said, "We've troubled you until so late again. It's our fault."
Glaimo smiled and shook his head. "No, I enjoy talking with you both. It isn't a disturbance at all. Besides, listening to your experiences is like listening to a poem of soaring peaks and plunging valleys. To me, that is also a form of artistic cultivation."
Glaimo was not lying.
Throughout the entire day, Glaimo had stayed with these two visitors from another land.
After the unfamiliarity of their first meeting yesterday, their conversation today had flowed smoothly. And as they spoke more deeply, Glaimo found himself increasingly admiring this young couple.
According to them, they had begun travelling the continent long ago, visiting many countries and witnessing people of every kind.
They had lived peaceful lives, and they had also endured bizarre experiences of being misunderstood and hunted down. They sounded like the protagonists of an adventure novel, making one unable to resist becoming engrossed.
Though born into noble families, they possessed