On the other side of Ichrite, heavy dark clouds were about to veil the skyline of the Royal Capital.
In a café by the street, people gathered by the window, cradling hot cups of coffee in their hands, gazing dazedly at the rain curtain outside. The sound of the rain, accompanied by the faint jazz music in the café, made this indoor space, separated from the rain-swept view, seem exceptionally warm and comfortable.
The sudden downpour constantly cleansed and washed the streets. Raindrops pattered on the lampshades, trees were weighed down by the soaked leaves, and people on the street were rushing into nearby stores or hurriedly seeking shelter under their umbrellas to avoid the rain.
In the Boss Cat Restaurant, which was two streets away from Ichrite Academy, the wind chime under the eaves was wetted by the rain, swinging in the wind and issuing a mellower sound than usual.