Inside Black Shell City's temporary combat command headquarters, the Dwarves had brought wine and roasted meat, and an atmosphere of revelry spread throughout the command center.
Joshua sat alone in an empty chair. Though he rarely drank in the past, he had a bottle of Fruit Wine at his side today.
Everything that had happened recently had moved so fast it gave Joshua a headache.
Before Joshua had even sorted out the causes and consequences of the war, it seemed to have already been declared over.
But Joshua could not be bothered to think about matters concerning the Gray Mist War.
He was just someone who made games and films. The aftermath of the war was something Nolan's Sages and kings should worry about.
Joshua suddenly felt a weight on his back, and a pleasant fragrance filled his nose.
"Found you."
Ciri hugged Joshua from behind. As for the feeling of being hugged like this, it was as uncomfortable as ever...
"You don't look very pleased." Ciri gently poked Joshua's cheek with a finger.
"I'm worried about our child's future."
Joshua did not hide what he was thinking, even at the risk of being taken out by one of Ciri's Joint Locks.
"Well... I've... been trying hard to drink milk lately."
Ciri had once believed that the amount of fat on her chest did not matter at all, but if she was going to become a mother... it was a little hard to justify.
"Milk doesn't seem to be doing much. Um... also, I've already had Thousand Faces and Zennas retrieve the World Tree seeds. There should be results soon."
During the Gray Mist War, Joshua had found two World Trees. The Elven races that had once served them seemed to have taken fire and the ocean as their respective