Sword Flower University, Harvest Orchard.
Mifa dressed in her work uniform stepped out of the treehouse, ready to start her day on duty. She looked up, the blazing sun shamelessly clutched her tightly, turning the entire orchard into the sun's forbidden reserve, baking everything intensely. The weather station had clearly predicted a sunny day with scattered clouds—true to Jiale City's clouds, which, like nobles, had gone off course by morning.
Although the glass curtain walls of the orchard had blocked out the heat, Mifa wasn't too fond of such a bright working environment.
Her hometown was praised as the City of Melons and Fruits, but the price to pay was at least twenty hours of ample sunlight per day. During her first few days in Jiale City, she would lie on the lawn at night to watch the stars, and even fell asleep there—an utterly delightful feeling without any light piercing her eyes.
