Lanchi's Three-Core Six-Threaded Eve

"—This is the Antanas Broadcast." "Hi, darling. Today's host is still me, Antanas." On a February morning, two streets east of Ikelite Academy, Wooden House Restaurant was about to open for the day. The familiar opening words drifted faintly through the windows. A month passed in the blink of an eye, bringing them to mid-February, with spring just around the corner. The sky had yet to brighten completely. The stars glimmered faintly as the blue-gray daylight descended over the streets of Hutton Royal Capital Ikelite as usual. In the drowsy morning, the streets were gradually becoming a world dyed indigo. "Why do I feel like someone's ending up at the finale tomorrow or the day after?" Inside Cat Boss Restaurant, Planai stood behind the counter, wiping glasses. He gazed at the constellations fading outside the window as if divining something. Planai shook his head. He couldn't make sense of the stars this time either. Great fortune and great misfortune were separated by only a hair; perhaps he had simply misread them. "Does this unchanging wintertime leave you feeling sleepy and bored?" Antanas's broadcast could be heard clearly throughout the restaurant's first and second floors. "Good morning, Planai." With a long, crisp ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling from the entrance, Cat Boss Restaurant's wooden door was pushed open by a pair of hands. The winter wind swept into the restaurant, bringing a cool chill with it. "Good morning." Planai set down the glass and greeted Lanchi, who had arrived first thing in the morning. He wasn't sure whether it was merely his imagination or a change in Lanchi's mood during the holidays. Lanchi seemed to be growing more cheerful. "Did your sister go to the duke's residence?" Lanchi looked around the restaurant but didn't see Planai's sister, Sinora. "She went to play with Hughberlian.