Beginning in the middle of that night, heavy rain suddenly descended on Tobesk, where summer had entered its latter half. There even seemed to be hail mixed in, because Shade, who was still exercising with a witch at the time, heard the windows being battered with loud pattering sounds.
The rain showed no sign of stopping even by Wednesday morning, so Wednesday's breakfast took place against the backdrop of pouring rain.
"I actually really like the sound of rain like this, especially when I'm in a warm, dry room. Falling asleep to the rain, or writing beneath a gas lamp—those are among life's little joys."
Miss Writer said artistically, then smiled at Galina.
"Leisha asked me to tell you that you were too loud last night and disturbed her while she was listening to the rain. And ever since we moved in, it seems there's only been one day when you didn't enter Shade's bedroom. Leisha told you not to be so... I won't repeat the adjective she used."
The witch, who looked exceptionally well and was in an even better mood, did not care at all about her great-niece's complaints.
"Now that the matters in Moon Bay are over, we'll be moving back to the manor anyway. Of course I have to take every opportunity to deepen my relationship with Shade.
"Besides, whose fault is it that you're not feeling well? Let's see, it started last Friday, and today is Wednesday. It should be almost over, shouldn't it?"
"Could we not discuss this sort of topic during breakfast?"
The master of the dining table asked, stroking the cat.
Dorothy did not relay what Leisha, who was having breakfast at Yodel Palace several hundred meters away, had just said—"I'm so jealous that you don't have this trouble." She worried that