Under the bright moonlight, a black figure sat alone on the rooftop of the small building.

The black robe she usually wore when going out had been removed. Tonight, she wore a black dress.

The pure moonlight illuminated her perfect face, making her look like a descending angel. Her deep blue eyes often revealed anger, sorrow, and confusion.

It was Nyx!

At this moment, she was listening to the people from the Dragonfang below in the small building as they drank and chatted with Andrew and Reginald. She was the only one who had not joined in.

She heard Andrew asking where she was and why she was not joining them. Then, Franz said with a bitter smile that no one could convince Nyx to join.

In the end, the thoughtful Reginald had Juno Mooney bring food up to the rooftop for her. Looking at the pastries in front of her, bought especially for her alone, Nyx unconsciously clenched her delicate fingers.

In her mind, Reginald was amazing, but Andrew was just terrible.

Andrew made Ny