"Don't you think this is absurd?"
Hai Na widened her eyes and retorted.
"...What's absurd?"
Sherlock even froze for a moment before finally realizing what Hai Na was referring to. "Oh, I understand. It's nothing."
"Objectively speaking," Iver chimed in from the side, "I mean, considering the objective conditions of Avalon and Stibnite, this kind of development isn't completely impossible."
"But in the future I encountered, Avalon had already descended into chaos! Rotten Dark Magic had seeped into the land, crops could no longer grow, the famine had lasted for several years, the Round Table Hall had completely fallen and become a joke, and the Bureau of Supervision had been reduced to ruins. The corpses of animals and plants were corrupted by the power of the shadows and rose again, while souls could not enter the Dream Realm to reincarnate and were instead imprisoned by the magic on the ground. Those shadow wraiths were at least Third Level, attacking everyone indiscriminately..."
Hai Na's speech had even noticeably quickened.
She was practically like a madman who had seen through the truth of the future, desperately and alone recounting a future no one would believe...
"Don't rush. Just calm down first."
Iver helplessly reached out and pressed down on Hai Na, who was growing more and more agitated. "It's not like we don't believe you..."
...The only problem was that Hai Na herself was actually the last person to learn about all this.
If Iver had not awakened the memories of his Previous Life and had done nothing, this would have been Avalon's future. Sherlock had also gathered so much information from his investigations, including the secret intelligence of so many powerful figures. With his intelligence, he had surely already guessed this future as well—which was why he had treated Isabel poorly