Meanwhile, on the streets of Saint Millon.
Although the airship had already departed, the celebrations had yet to end. In the taverns along the streets, people beamed as they raised their glasses and talked loudly.
"Wonderful! Feysac is finally getting a new emperor."
"Yes, who would've thought the Third Princess, Sophia, would replace the previous emperor..."
While the drunks continued their boisterous chatter, one of them seemed to sober up a little. The smile slowly faded from his face, replaced by bewilderment.
"Come to think of it, who exactly is the Third Princess..."
The drunk muttered the question.
His words made the others pause. Then all of them grew confused.
Princess?
Did the previous emperor have a daughter... No, he must have... But why does something feel wrong...
Before they could regain their senses completely, however, a strange, invisible power seemed to spread through the deepest recesses of their hearts, manipulating everyone's consciousness. They all rose woodenly, hastily ended their drinking session, and walked stiffly out of the tavern. They returned to their homes, lay down, and closed their eyes to sleep.
The tavern owner, the coachmen driving their carriages, the boat haulers along the river, the women working in textile mills, the ladies in their salons... Everyone throughout Saint Millon fell into a dream at the same moment. The light of twilight shone over the city, but it had already gone to sleep.
It wasn't just Saint Millon. In Backlund, thousands of miles away, Leonard and Daly were also pulled into the dream-having previously entered the Collective Dream, their respective subconscious minds had also been branded with [Greed]'s mark, implicating them in her advancement ritual!
The entire city was utterly silent. Only one voice rang out in anger.
"Damn it!"
Luther paced inside the inn, staring at the deserted