Mr. Assath and the others did not lose control like the girl had.
Although their spirits were rather low, at least they did not do anything uncontrollable.
"...I never expected so many things to happen in such a short time."
After Durand and Liwal regained consciousness and heard Mr. Assath's account, their expressions became rather complicated. As for Principal Diluk and the City Lord's male assistant, who had remained patients in Domremy Village the entire time, their impressions were somewhat weaker... After all, the two of them had spent the whole city lying down.
"I seem to have missed a lot of thrilling adventures. It looks like I really am an unfortunate person who isn't favored by fate."
"Diluk, you still have the mood to joke at a time like this?" Mr. Assath glared unhappily at this childhood friend with whom he shared what seemed like a fated grudge.
"At least our moods should start improving, shouldn't they...? Whether for our own sake or for..." Diluk's gaze fell on the old television set. "The Saint's resurrection in three days."
At that moment, the morning news program in the City of Freedom had already been replaced by a joint press conference held by the Seven Capitals Administrators.
The administrators of the Seven Capitals were announcing the launch of the Saint's Resurrection Festival ceremony.
"What we experienced was far too bizarre, and there are still too many questions." City Lord Durrand suddenly rose to his feet. "But no matter how serious the matter is, nothing is more important than the Resurrection Festival... Everyone, as the City Lord of the City of Freedom, I shouldn't be staying at Rose Mansion at a time like this. I have to return to City Hall. The people of the City of Freedom need me most right