The night had not yet ended.
At least, that was the case for Ronald.
Walking on the streets of Springs during the night—even though his clothes were ridiculously dirty from coal—no one cared about such an indifferent passerby.
As he gradually made his way back to the riverbank area, a familiar figure appeared on the distant street, heading straight for Ronald.
Observing the figure drawing closer in the darkness, Ronald's excellent vision immediately recognized his identity.
—It was Raphael.
He sighed softly and then walked towards him.
When they met, Raphael, observing Ronald's all-black appearance, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows:
"Ronald, it seems like you're in a bit of a tough spot," he said.
Ronald shrugged lightly and then replied:
"Actually, it's not too bad, no injuries or anything, just dirty clothes."
Raphael immediately shook his head:
"That's more than just dirty clothes..."
