"Although this was also recorded in the account of how you dealt with me, I wouldn't recommend throwing every criminal you don't know what to do with into this city. That would make us look like the 'City of Exile,' rather than the 'Dream City.'"
Sitting behind his own desk, Amon's Avatar, who still looked like the slightly overweight Goredolf, set down his pen and looked at Angel and Trissy as he spoke.
The City of Exile? Isn't that some mysterious location in Lenburg? I heard the Demoness Sect frequently sends members into that small country to search for it... Angel's thoughts wandered for a moment, but she quickly collected herself. Looking around the office, where Amon was alone, she asked in puzzlement:
"Where's Anne?"
"The residents' representatives voted this morning to approve lowering the city onto the island below. She went to the Underground Memorial Hall to revise some of the laws in advance of the coming changes."
As Amon spoke, his gaze lingered on the somewhat uneasy Trissy. He raised a hand to his right eye socket, only to discover that he wasn't wearing a monocle. He lowered his hand sheepishly and continued with a smile:
"I can handle anything you need first. If you don't trust me, you can wait until she returns."
This Fourth Epoch city is finally returning to reality... Moved by the thought, Angel nodded and said:
"I've already contacted several fleets in Bayam and purchased the supplies we need, especially the tools this city lacks. Ships will deliver them here by next week at the latest. At the same time, the Dream City will truly be exposed to outsiders. I hope there won't be any major problems."
"You should have a little faith in this city. Although it lacks conventional armed forces, it