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The sky grew steadily darker, and a chilly, pattering sleet drifted outside, while gusts of cold wind blew in from the front doors to prevent the great hall from ever warming up.
The fire in the fireplace burned fiercely, emitting sharp, crackling pops from time to time that rang out clearly in the silent hall.
Only four people were in the hall at this moment: Count Sailin, the old man in the black robe, the young maiden Shelley, and Merlin.
Count Sailin leaned back against a wooden chair by the fireplace, his eyes narrowed slightly, half of his face flushed red from the heat radiating from the hearth. His expression appeared calm, but his hands were tightly clenched together, betraying the tension in his heart.
The old man in the black robe still sat quietly cross-legged on the floor, his entire body swallowed by his long black robes, completely motionless. In the steadily darkening light, he looked somewhat mysterious.
As for the young maiden Shelley, she paced back and forth about the hall in boredom. Because today was Merilon's "day of vengeance," Count