The garden was already covered with snow, and due to a shortage of manpower, coupled with its unimportance, the old housekeeper didn't send anyone to clear it away. The snow piled up, threatening to bury everything.
Arthur wandered amidst the whiteness, found the stone bench, brushed off the snow, and sat down.
The garden was quiet, with a faint echo of a commotion from the surrounding buildings. Some of the sounds were familiar; sounded like Lorenzo. When this guy goes crazy, his voice is always loud, akin to actors on stage eager to capture everyone's attention.
"Aren't you going in?"
A voice came, followed by Selyu approaching from behind.
"No, you and Lorenzo can handle these things. My presence would only spoil the fun for everyone."
Arthur grinned, knowing well that he wasn't suited for such joyous occasions — at least, not for others.
