October had arrived, and the cold currents had begun to roll in.
Autumn's dying flare had completely passed, and the temperature suddenly dropped by around ten degrees.
In the courtyard of a hotel suite, the leaves on the trees had fallen away one by one. Sunlight spilled down, and only plants resembling morning glories still bloomed.
Now, opening the window brought a chill that seemed to quiet all things.
The attendants and night watchmen had all put on light leather clothes.
Light shone from the windows of one separate two-story building.
Setting down a book, Romon frowned. Ever since leaving the Demiplane, he had continued studying the Ice and Snow Sage's magical knowledge and the Demiplane itself.
His fingers brushed across the tabletop, and he thought again of the Demiplane's structural problems.
Romon pursed his lips and pondered.
It was already October. According to tradition, although the Ice and Snow Sage had sealed himself away and even gods found the Demiplane difficult to detect, he should still worship the Ancestral God on Winter Chill Day in December.
If he did not return by then, people would find it suspicious.
Of course, he had learned from the diary that this Ice and Snow Sage wanted to obtain Divinity. From that angle, he could barely find an excuse this year—but absolutely not next year.
No, within these two months, I must alter the Demiplane's nature and composition. Even though my knowledge of Demiplanes is still woefully inadequate, adjusting the structural ratio of its energies should work if I proceed step by step! Romon thought with a frown. Only by changing its nature can I better evade certain beings' searches and tracking. Then they will have no reason to make trouble for me. I do not need much time—just another year.
A Demiplane