The British were more relaxed compared to Koreans. No, using them to generalize everyone in Britain probably wasn’t right. It could just be that the ability users here were like that.

Was it because they were repeatedly hunting the same area for several weeks? They didn’t seem concerned about clearing the dungeon anytime soon as they ate dinner and sipped on black tea while they watched tuna splashing above the lake’s surface.

“Ah, it’s raining,” one of them commented.

Another idly said, “It should stop soon, though it’ll come back later.”

“Does it snow here too?” I asked.

Hwaya replied, “When it gets cold enough. It’s the same as Korea.”

Hwaya had rented an entire residence in Windermere for lodging. Currently, it was just the two of us in a small room on the second floor. Hwaya was drinking black tea while blankly watching the rain outside the window. Her flame-red eyes were calm, and her smooth, fluttery red hair was the only bright spot in the undecorated, bland room.

Seeing her holding her teacup, I thought she really looked beautiful, like she was a figure in a painting. Then, before I noticed, she turned to my direction and looked at me with half-closed eyes.

“Can you not stare at me so fixedly?” she grumbled.

“…Sorry. You were so beautiful that I lost myself for...