"Is that a fucking cloud?!"
Alice ran off to the window edge on the wall as they all reached the top floor.
Leon looked around him. He noticed that he could now see clouds floating outside the window.
'Huh, it's much brighter now.'
When he last visited the tower, it was night, and the clouds were not visible from the windows in the corridor. Heck, Leon couldn't even recall if there were any windows last time.
Maintaining his pace, he walked forward beside Myra, glancing at Alice, who was observing everything with curiosity. The artifacts and paintings on the walls were centuries old, some even dating back to the Calamity Age.
For Alice, who was an enthusiast of artifacts, spells, and art, this was heaven.
"Alice, we'll be late," he called out. "And you'll piss my sister off if you keep doing it."
Alice paused, glanced back at him, and sighed. "You love ruining my mood, dontcha."
