When Delphine arrived at the Leclair Mansion, the sun had already set in the west. The gates of the mansion, which were usually closed all year round, were wide open. The pointed roof of the old-fashioned red manor pressed against the Sylvester Cloud, seemingly representing the peak of power, as if it could reach the heavens.
It was her first time at the Leclair Mansion, she was not yet 15, and looking at such a wealthy and prestigious family, she only felt like an ant gazing up at a giant, her heart filled with inferiority and unease. Returning to the South Seas this time, the red house had transformed from a giant into a lurking beast in the dark night, opening its bloody maw, wanting to devour her completely. Now, looking at it again, it turns out it's nothing more than an old building, swaying in the wind and rain, tinged with a shadow of decrepitude under the erosion of time.
