You wouldn't notice it while standing on the street--
But when you leaned over a table and looked out the window like this, the drifting snowflakes seemed incredibly beautiful.
It was one of those rare moments at noon when there was a little daylight. Perhaps before long, those cotton-like snowflakes would turn the whole town white.
"This place is safe, so don't worry about me. You can rest a little longer. I'll wake you when Cat Boss has finished making lunch."
Lanchi put down the book in his hand and spoke to Sigrid.
His voice sounded as if he didn't want to wake the half-conscious Sigrid, yet it also carried a faintly commanding tone.
Perhaps only instructions phrased as work orders could let her sleep peacefully.
"Mm."
Sigrid soon seemed to have her drowsiness ignited, letting out a soft hum as she lay on the table.
The man's normally gentle voice sounded even more like a lullaby at that moment.
For some reason, she thought she had just dreamed a dream. It had been a long winter as if eternity had descended, and in her hazy memories, she had been trekking across the endless snowy plains alongside the person beside her.
Yet in the dream, they had clearly been fleeing, and she hadn't felt frightened in the slightest.
It really had been a dream—a rare, beautiful dream. Even though reality seemed so safe, she had never once felt at ease.
It wouldn't be strange if the vampires caught up with her and killed her one day.
Sigrid closed her eyes and sank into sleep once more.
Even so.
She hoped she could linger a little longer in the Gentle Land. Just for a moment would be enough.
Several dozen minutes later, Little Night City was swept by wind and