Things took a turn sooner than Guy had expected.
He had only just reached the outskirts of the Princess's Residence and stopped to observe.
Suddenly, the ornate gates flew open with a bang.
A group of people were shoved out.
"Get lost! You call yourselves the Weather Clan, sellers of weather? You can't even meet the princess's little request. Useless, the lot of you!"
"Sir, please, give us a little more time. If we can just... if we can just make this child happy, we can definitely let Her Highness see snow again!"
A plainly dressed man pleaded with the guards.
Smack!
One guard kicked the man.
"Fuck off!"
"You were brought here to make the princess happy. Now you expect her to cheer up that miserable little brat of yours instead?"
"Got a death wish? Get lost!"
The guard kept cursing.
Then he slammed the heavy gates shut.
Guy raised an eyebrow at the sight.
"What a coincidence."
He had barely arrived, and the Fūu Clan was already being thrown out.
A few words from the guards were enough for Guy to understand the situation.
The Fūu Clan's ability to control the weather was closely tied to their emotions.
When they felt miserable, lightning might flash and torrential rain might pour.
When they were in good spirits, the skies might turn clear.
And when they felt pure, unbridled joy, snow would fall.
Clearly, the child who mattered most, Yota, had probably not been truly happy in a long time.
How could a child be happy when his clan treated him as a way to make money, dragging him around to please the powerful and satisfy their demands?
How could he ever truly be happy?
For Guy, though, this made things easier.
Without hesitation, he strode toward the people who