"Achoo!!!"
After rubbing his recently itchy nose, Leon, dressed in a dark tailcoat, raised his hand to close the carriage window and started complaining to the female reporter opposite him:
"I really don't know what the road planning department of the Royal Capital is thinking, why plant so many winter cypresses along the road? They're... Achoo! In full bloom these days, and after a gust of wind, the pollen can cover half the street. It's such a hassle!"
"Just try to bear with it."
Handing over a handkerchief, the female reporter, also in formal dress, began to console him:
"The sky clipper to the Crolock Kingdom is already arranged. Once you're onboard, there won't be so much pollen."
"Let's hope so..."
Looking at the roadside winter cypress, with buds full of pale red little balls due to the warming climate, Leon couldn't help but sigh in frustration.
Although he and his siblings aren't blood-related, they all sneeze terribly when exposed to pollen.
