A report from the Rune Research Center was placed in front of Gawain. He read it for quite a while and finally let out a breath, stood up, and opened the door to the terrace, stepping outside the room.
The cold wind of winter hit his face, but the cold winter air did not plunge the Cecil Clan into silence. Under the bright sunshine after the snow, the residents of Cecil were bustling through the streets and alleys, heading to their various jobs or visiting the Administrative Office to seek new job opportunities.
