The Battle of Moorburg

"Go to Eton?" Lister shook his head. "That's not a good idea!"

Savia was puzzled. "Why?"

Lister explained, "The chaos isn't over yet!"

"Chaos?"

"Yes, chaos!" Lister said seriously. "The Grand Duke acknowledged the status of the Spellcasters. It was a bold decision, but it still caused ideological turmoil within the country. Although everyone hates the Church, centuries of ingrained prejudice aren't so easy to erase."

A shadow fell across Savia's face. It seemed things weren't as wonderful as she had imagined.

Lister advised her, "Since you've already returned to Horn Bay, I suggest you settle down here—in Lion Harbor—for now. At the very least, it's safe here."

The Witch hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. "All right."

Lister was pleased. He asked, "You plan to investigate the Eton Duchy. Is that because you want to move back to Horn Bay with your friends?"

Savia replied, "That's part of the plan. After all, Horn Bay was once our home."

"Hmm..." Lister said regretfully. "You should still settle down properly in Northwest Bay. This war is so long that its end is nowhere in sight."

"Why?" Savia was startled.

After all, although she was a Witch, she yearned for a peaceful, quiet life in her heart. If the war in Horn Bay continued indefinitely, then regardless of how the countries there treated Spellcasters, Horn Bay would not be a suitable place to live.

She said anxiously, "I've been collecting news from Horn Bay in Franklin Harbor. Apparently, the Horn Bay Alliance's army is advancing inland. They've already won several battles, and they're about to reach Collins territory."

"But..." Lister shook his head. "I don't think things will continue going smoothly for them. It's like an arrow that's been shot. No matter how much force it has at the moment it's