The next day, Alster Royal City.
The bright sunshine pierced through the lattice windows, casting into the dim great hall, where men and women, who had fiercely battled through the night, awoke amidst disarray.
Finn, on the steps, opened his eyes and murmured, looking outside the window:
"Is it dawn?"
"Doesn't matter, let's sleep a bit more."
Maeve yawned, turning her head to find a more comfortable position.
However, before she could settle down, Finn below sprang up as if on springs, solemnly reminding:
"Look outside, it's dawn! The sun is out!"
"What's there to make a fuss about...?"
Just as Maeve was about to complain after missing her embrace, she suddenly snapped back to her senses.
Wait, that's not right!
Because of the strange mist created by those foreigners, Alster was shrouded in gloom all day long, and since the war began, they hadn't seen the sun.
Could it be...
Maeve quickly scrambled to her feet, looking at the sky outside the window with open eyes.
