Of course, the one who stopped that artillery blast was not the kimono-clad woman—Kuroka—but the mysterious man named Bai Yue whom they had come to investigate.
Hmm? His expression turned slightly grave as he looked around.
"What's wrong, meow?"
"This is Jerusalem."
Bai Yue answered her question.
Judging from the surrounding buildings, he determined that this should be the United Kingdom of Ancient Israel from three thousand years ago.
The explosion had struck the royal palace and caused four casualties.
Two of them were maids. One had died, while the other was unconscious.
The other two appeared to be a mother and child. One had died, while the other was unconscious.
After being awakened by the crying, the other unconscious maid also panicked.
The way the maid addressed that mother made Bai Yue's expression tighten slightly.
"Ah? What is it now? Do you know who she is?"
Kuroka asked curiously again. She could not understand the language spoken here in this era.
"Bathsheba."
"Bathsheba? Hmm, that sounds familiar~"
Kuroka felt as if she had heard that name before, and learned about it recently at that, yet she simply could not recall it at the moment.
"Solomon's birth mother."
Bai Yue added, a thought stirring in his mind.
He might have understood something.
"Ah, right, King Solomon's mother, uh!!!"
Her eyes widened, and Kuroka's scalp went numb as cold sweat slid down her smooth cheeks.
That dead infant could not possibly be King Solomon, could it?
They had actually caused such a pivotal historical figure to die. This was over—history would become completely unrecognizable.
"W-What do we do?"
She immediately became at a loss. If history changed drastically, then Shirone would not exist in the future, right?
Her little sister would disappear, wouldn't she?
Anxious, Kuroka did not realize that she