CCXVIII. Black Sword Netherflame

The somewhat mottled street light cast a warm yellow cone, making the drifting fine snow even more tangible.

Despite her preparation,

all the thoughts she entertained on her way to the inn turned into loud firewood, burning to ashes in the flames of disillusionment.

Liszt didn't know what to say, and he draped the coat he had pulled off Rein over her shoulders.

Tani stayed motionless, hugging herself with both arms, tilting her head to wipe the corner of her eyes and forcing a smile.

"He's been quite good to me, I will marry him."

To avoid embarrassing herself, she also lost her cool a bit, trying to provoke Liszt.

Even if she hadn't said it,

Liszt knew who it was, of course, it was Taylor's adopted son, the man managing his large fleet on behalf of Taylor.

"That's your business, but I still advise you to be cautious. That kind of man, without Taylor, he is nothing, living his whole life in the shadow of your father, what can he achieve?"