The festive air from the Harvest Festival had yet to fully dissipate when another special day arrived in the Monte Territory.
The moon was exceptionally full and brilliant, its clear light spilling like quicksilver over the land, gently tracing the silhouettes of the castle, the fields, and the distant mountains.
In the Monte Territory, this would have been just an ordinary autumn night, but after Murphy's arrival in this world, it had taken on a dual significance.
It was a night of reunion known as the "Mid-Autumn Festival," and it was also Murphy and Aurora's twentieth wedding anniversary.
The castle's main kitchen was especially bustling tonight, filled with a sweet aroma quite different from the usual smell of baking bread and roasting meat.
In a rare occurrence, Murphy had spent the entire afternoon there himself.
His wheelchair was parked beside a long, wide oak table. Aurora, wearing a simple apron, was at his side, helping—or rather, simply keeping him company.
