In the early morning, Hirata Manor was shrouded in the mist wafting from the Longquan River, moist and dreamlike.
But the people who had long lived here had become accustomed to it, and the few foreigners seemed quite adaptable to this not-so-extreme environmental change.
When Lann followed the short Ninja back, he learned the Ninja's name, or rather, codename under the pretense of 'for convenience.'
When Wolf returned to Hirata Manor with him, it was already the darkest moment before dawn. By the time they entered the manor and walked towards the inner residence, the sky was already faintly bright.
This should be the time when the ancients, lacking evening entertainment, would wake up.
Lann glanced with slight surprise at the Ninja beside him; such a profession was not only trained for covert actions but even for tending to their master's needs...
They must train so hard that they might want to die.
