Snap—
"Ronald, is that a fish?"
Amidst the howling Gale of the White Star district, Eloise pointed at the waves crashing against the window as they whooshed by, her expression filled with excitement.
—The typhoon had arrived.
Working in the White Star district for several days, Ronald and Eloise had gotten used to working there, and their relationship with the countess was steadily progressing.
However, it was under these circumstances that a typhoon suddenly visited Springs.
Since this morning, the savage southwestern winds had been relentlessly ravaging the land; walking through the industrial district, one couldn't see the smoke billowing from the factory chimneys, only the dark, cloud-laden sky overhead.
At the same time, the typhoon brought with it an exceedingly exaggerated amount of rainfall.
Some of the more important sewer outlets near the Wis River had virtually turned into ceaseless waterfalls.
