The fresh breeze of an early summer evening swirled around an evergreen tree. The trees seemed to sing as the wind rustled through their leaves.

In a small garden courtyard covered in the twilight’s darkness, a small group of people sat around two small bonfires. Two guitars were belting out their music cheerfully. The bards were singing songs that they’d written following a new musical format. Soon, the others joined in.

A beautiful harmony of men's and women’s voices spread out. Many of the inn’s guests were sticking their heads out of their room’s windows to get a better look...

There were people sticking their heads above the brick-walled fence on the 1st floor, standing on the terraces on the inn’s 2nd floor, people standing on their tippytoes, others placing their faces forward, lovers gently holding hands… in this way, people started gathering.

In the spacious courtyard with light hearts…

“Huh- This is awkward.”

The mayor’s administrative butler shook his head.

The butler had come to invite the esteemed guests to a dinner at the Kurant market. It seemed that the butler would soon become the only heartbroken person in the courtyard…

Search – Chapter 7

The caravan stayed in Kurant for...