A Festival in the Storm

Cyril Ashley, son of the Marquis of Haion, stepped down from his carriage near the Lane Field lord’s estate and frowned at the strength of the wind.

The wind was so strong that Cyril worried the two weasels perched on his shoulders—Ture and Pique—might be blown away, so he hurriedly stuffed them into his bag.

“There’s a storm coming. It’s dangerous, so stay inside the bag.”

“A storm’s coming? That sounds fun.”

“We should play lots.”

Cyril was at a loss for words at Ture and Pique’s response.

Dragons and spirits really did seem to see things differently from humans.

“You could get blown away. That would be dangerous.”

“Really?”

“Then we’ll do this.”...