The early-summer rain kept drizzling down. This was a common occurrence in Gefra, but it also caused some inconvenience in people's lives.
What troubled them was not the rain itself. On the island nation of Gefra, rain was as common as finding a place to sit in the afternoon, ordering a cup of coffee, and having a pastry.
What troubled them was the change in temperature.
Because it was early summer, the temperature difference before and after the rain was somewhat large. A difference of more than ten degrees could give people colds.
A cold was no minor illness. Every year, many people lost their lives to it.
Long lines had already formed outside the pharmacies on the streets. The Prime Minister soon shifted his gaze away from them.
He was sitting in the car. He had just finished meeting with several great nobles and was on his way to the Prime Minister's Residence.
Traffic was somewhat congested. It seemed as though all of Gefra was shrouded in dark clouds. Even though the rain had stopped, and the sun had come out, that feeling remained.
These dark clouds were not literal clouds, but a shadow—the shadow of war, the shadow of a changing world.
News had already returned that the Peng Joe Group was continuing south through the Homer Corridor and expanding its third front. The great nobles did not seem particularly concerned about it.
At the meeting just now, they had all believed that the Peng Joe Military Group was heading south to plunder more war resources. Some had even claimed that this was a sign of the Peng Joe Military Group's decline! On the very first day of its fierce battle with the Federation in Nagaril, both sides had destroyed a great deal of military equipment. In the