Even though three days have passed since the great battle.
Recalling the perilous fight three days ago, or perhaps the life-and-death battle three months ago at Valhalla Canyon, about three hundred kilometers beyond the eastern border of the Arolan Kingdom, or maybe even further back...
What makes him feel distant is not the length of time, but rather two or three irretrievable matters.
"Alas."
All the words Loren wanted to say could only be transformed into this sigh.
It truly has troubled him greatly.
He looked out the window from the second floor of the West Freedom Memorial Palace.
The Royal Avenue in the North District of Bulerida, where golden sunlight poured through stained glass, casting a colorful glow that brightened the square in front of the palace.
The Imperial Guards, dressed in bright red uniforms and holding spears, stood vigilant, guarding the path to the palace.
Inside the palace, a busy scene unfolded.
