Into the night.
Compared to the dark scenery of the once backward Moth Frog Town, there were many places in this town with bright lights this time. Even magic lights had begun to appear on some busy streets.
"Vivian."
Looking after the children in the orphanage, Vivian, who covered the snoring kids with blankets, turned around and looked at the figure in the moonlight outside the door.
"Brother Grimm!?"
In the past few years, Grimm had begun to integrate into the life of ordinary people, and he was busy with various things every day.
Without covering his face, Grimm's relatively old appearance after the failure of advancing showed visible traces of wrinkles, and below his golden silky hair were a pair of deep bottomless eyes.
"Yes."
Step by step, Grimm entered the room, looked at the sleeping orphans, and came to Vivian.
"You have worked hard these years."