Dorabi City, the bridgehead of the Marino Defense Line.
In the latter half of the night, the dense overcast clouds began to disperse somewhat, revealing the starlight and moonlight that were about to descend.
The starlight spilling down from the firmament fell into the spacious bedchamber, shining upon the white, swan's-down quilt light as a feather.
Perhaps the light of stars and moon was unusually heavy tonight, for it unexpectedly startled Marino Duke Lorne awake from his wandering nightmares.
When Marino Duke Lorne sat up from his warm bed, panting heavily, the undergarments clinging to his whole body had long been soaked through with cold sweat.
"Master, what's wrong?" The female Attendant, likewise awakened by Lorne, rubbed her drowsy eyes at the foot of the bed and crawled over; when her hand touched the Duke's ice-cold undergarments, she started in alarm.
