Avalon's Troll Construction Team

After a long while, Aleister's mind gradually stabilized again.

Like red-hot metal after being quenched, its hardness had increased as well.

After that cathartic bout of crying, Aleister felt that her mind had become much calmer and stronger. Once her brain had cooled down, she had also regained her clarity.

Although Isabel wanted Aleister to lie in her arms and rest properly for the night, completely relaxing her mind—after all, she really could spare one night...

After all, it had already been the middle of the night when Aleister entered the dream. After all this time, Isabel might already be close to waking up.

But Aleister's attitude was extremely stubborn.

She still hoped that Isabel would mention the important matters first.

Isabel could not persuade her, so she had no choice but to agree.

She had also keenly noticed this detail—it seemed that Aleister felt a deep anxiety and unease toward any behavior that wasted time. In that regard, she was exactly the same as Iver.

"Do you still remember the port in Midsummer County?"

Isabel asked softly, "I remember that when you went to the Theocracy last month... I mean, when Iver went to the Theocracy, he took the ship from Midsummer County."

"Mm. It's been built quite well now."

Aleister nodded.

Her impression of Midsummer County was fairly deep—of course, it definitely could not be called "comfortable and luxurious."

After all, Glass Island itself was Avalon's largest port.

If Iver, who had grown up on Glass Island, said that Midsummer County had been built very well, then he would certainly just be being polite.

"But Midsummer County already has all the essential features of a developed port city. If I had to name something, it would be that there still aren't enough people... Far from enough.

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