January 6th.
Ice Moon, the coldest month of the year.
Late night, the coldest time of the day.
Shalin, Moshi Town, in a courtyard room.
Lynn, who felt he had laughed a bit too early, was lying in bed, covered with thick blankets, sleeping lightly—on one hand, the temperature was too low, and his clothes remained on, making it uncomfortable, and on the other, he was too exhausted with worries abounding.
Thus, within just a few minutes, Lynn turned over several times, his facial expression constantly changing, uncertain of what dreams he was experiencing.
The Moshi Town where he currently was, fell under Mayer's jurisdiction—the very Mayer who had died.
The reason for coming here wasn't to target the women of Mayer's household, but to tackle Shalin's most stubborn area head-on, bringing it under the management of the Efficiency Department.
