“A storm is coming. I’m sure of it.”

Victor’s resolute voice echoed through the hall.

Late in the evening, as I wandered the corridors after waking from a nap, I overheard Victor and Emma’s conversation and made my way to the banquet hall.

“When will it arrive? I’d rather it hit sooner than later. The waiting is worse,” Emma said.

“Ah, my lady, you’re awake,” Emma greeted as she and Victor rose from their seats.

“Sit. I came out because I was feeling cooped up in my room,” I said, joining them at their table.

The two-day trek through the underground passage must have taken its toll. While everyone had claimed to be fine, they had promptly collapsed upon arrival and had yet to wake.

As a result, the residents of Happy House were enjoying an unusually quiet day.@@novelbin@@

“Most likely within two days,” Victor replied to Emma’s earlier question.

“The wind and rain are already worsening,” I said, glancing toward the window. “We should reinforce the house. The windows might shatter, and I’m worried the tower might collapse.”

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