The exclusive train of the Eternal Sect heading from the western border of Aran to the Imperial City.
Sunlight flickered through the train windows, casting shadows, as a subtle jolt transmitted high pressure. Zote's corpse was sealed in a luxurious coffin.
Less than twenty-four hours remained until the Rashomon performance. Mika wanted to sleep and gather energy for tomorrow's battle, but he couldn't fall asleep.
Before that night seven or eight years ago when he met Liszt, he never imagined he would meet Qili. Compared to her silhouette, all the dream lovers he had obsessed over seemed dim.
Considering money and status, as a founding shareholder of a behemoth in the Underworld, his current level certainly qualified him to attract a musician, even a big name at the mid-year Stargazing Festival arts performance.
But would his Underworld identity be recognized by Qili?
