The villa gates were tightly shut, but a light was on in a room in the second-floor corner.
Flynn flew over and tapped on the window.
It was nearly 3:00 AM, and Clrona was lying in bed playing with her Magical Console. The crisp sound of her fingers pushing the joystick could be heard right through the glass, accompanied by insults like, "Trash mob, so weak," and other offensive remarks.
Chapter 346