I thought so.
You may have forgotten someone.
While Lanchi was in the Shadow World, someone in the Real World was still suffering every day.
Lanchi had already shut down the Shadow World livestream, which had lasted three weeks, and had not turned it back on.
Dean Loren now had to hold a press conference every other day and bow an average of five times a day. In most newspaper photos, he wore an expression of sweaty, world-weary despair.
Today marked the twenty-eighth day since Lanchi Wilford, a student of the Sage Institute at Iketerite Academy, Hughberlian Aransal, and a Tier 7 bread had entered the Tier 7 Shadow World together.
Hutton Kingdom, Royal Capital Ikelite, Old Buri Tribunal.
In this grand and ancient courtroom, the light filtering through the glass windows high in the ceiling was dyed with a solemn hue.
The Old Buri Court had originally been established a hundred years ago as a criminal court near the walls of Ikelite.
Its name came from the street where it stood, Old Buri Street, which stretched for a full two kilometers along the walls of the ancient city of Ikelite.
The tribunal's history could be traced back to at least Sun Calendar 1605, but the current building had been rebuilt in 1702. In its early years, it mainly handled cases involving petty criminals, but it had gradually developed into a center for major criminal trials.
The statue of the God of Light and Law stood at the end of the hall, as though her gaze, too, was fixed on the hearing that was about to begin.
In the center of the hall.
Loren stood there in a black formal suit, a white shirt, and a gold tie. Rhomboid Cross Holy Light Pattern designs adorned his buttons and collar.
He