The dark tide blowing from the Dark Continent still hadn't receded. The imperial capital's sky remained covered with dark clouds.
The good news was the days of heavy rain had finally stopped. Thanks to the imperial capital's underground sewer system that was comparable to another dimension, the city hadn't been submerged.
9 Michelin Avenue. The doorbell rang. The twin maids opened the door and joyfully welcomed back their Master David.
Strangely, the young master was pushing a wheelchair...
"Hello, I'm Dorothy. We met yesterday." Dorothy pulled back her hood and smiled at the twins.
Zoe seemed to recognize that head of crystalline white hair. No helping it—it was just too distinctive. "It's you... your legs..."
"Let's talk inside. Yui, help Miss Dorothy prepare a bedroom. Don't touch that iron box under the wheelchair—put it somewhere Miss Dorothy can reach."
David took off his coat and handed Dorothy over to the maids.
