In the evening, the sunset has already leaned against the western horizon, the giant sun has cast a golden-red edge over the western part of the forest, and the glow that spreads along the clouds stretches across the sky like a curtain, dyeing the entire city with the same golden-red as the forest.
Gawain walked with Amber on the way to the Church of the Holy Light, and the bells signaling the end of the workday sounded from several main bell towers in the city, echoing between the streets and markets.
"Hey—it's time to get off work!" Amber's ears perked up, listening to the bells in the air, showing a happy expression on her face, "Then I'm not going to accompany..."
