Water met sky, and sky met water, all shrouded in mist.
Ten minutes passed. The lightning stopped, the wind eased somewhat, and visibility cleared again.
"It's raining! Look, it's raining!"
"Oh, my God, You have finally revealed Your miracle! It's raining! It's raining! Wonderful!"
"The crops in the fields are saved! Wonderful!" Countless residents cheered. This downpour had come at exactly the right time. With this rain to nourish them, the crops that had nearly dried to death were finally saved.
However, the rain fell only within the borders of Tebila Territory, and it lasted for merely half an hour.
"Ancestral God, are You all right?" Inside a secret chamber of the ancient castle, the Count who had been brimming with menace moments ago was now kneeling on the floor, looking worriedly at the "person" upon the throne.
This "person" looked even younger than the Count. His features were handsome, and he appeared to be only twenty years old, yet there was not the slightest trace of youthfulness about him.
He sat upon the throne. Pale golden starlight flickered in his eyes, carrying endless depths. The reason the Count looked so concerned was that, aside from the radiance in his pupils, his condition seemed far from good. A flush had unexpectedly appeared on his originally pale face.
The aura around him was weaker than usual, and it carried a faint, almost imperceptible sorrow.
"Bogula, there is no need to worry. I merely lost a little strength." He waved a hand impatiently at the Count's fussing and spoke in a low voice.
Though his voice was not loud, Count Bogula immediately fell silent. Even so, a trace of concern remained in the Count's eyes.
That concern was not false.
In this world, it was obvious how significant the existence of an