People at War

September arrived, and the temperature in Backlund continued to drop. As before, a damp, pungent Fog began to envelop the city.

The good news is that the Fog has become much less frequent than in previous years, occurring only two or three days a week. Considering that this result came at the cost of tens of thousands of lives, the price is undeniably heavy.

However, although the situation in Backlund has improved significantly, the focus of discussion has shifted away from that. People are now more concerned with the war with Feysac.

In the newspapers, Loen's army was invincible. Time and again they had repelled the attacks of the Feysac Barbarian, annihilating large numbers of enemy troops. It seemed that if they held out for a few more months, the valiant Royal Army would be able to march straight to Saint Millon and raise the Royal Family banner in the imperial Palace.

However, the increasing scarcity of supplies and the influx of refugees into the cities seem to reflect the opposite situation.

One morning.

"Tap, tap."

Fors took a few steps forward and stood in front of the Church of the Earth Mother. She didn't go in, but just looked inside, and then quickly found her target.

It was a pale-skinned, handsome man dressed in priest's robes, his blood-red eyes filled with despair, mechanically wiping the altar.

It was clear he was very reluctant to do these things. But not far behind him, a tall priest was calmly praying with his eyes closed. His strong limbs and bulging muscles were a powerful testament to the pale man's diligent work.

"Hehe..." Fors glanced at the hardworking priest, a hint of Fors flashing in his eyes. He then quickly withdrew his head before the priest noticed and left the Church of Earth Mother Goddess.

She walked down the steps and hurried to the roadside, where the petite Xio Derecha was waiting.

"Well done, Mr. [Moon]."

Fors laughed and said to Hugh, "They really dragged that Vampire who framed us into the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess to do hard labor..."

As proud Sanguine, their only faith is in their progenitor. Forcing this Vampire to convert is a fitting punishment. Seeing the pained and bewildered expression on his face, her anger finally subsided.

"Um."

Hugh gave a curt reply.

"You should be happier; the guy who harmed us has been punished."

Fors looked at her strangely.

"I just wonder why you came out with me today... Have you finished writing all the manuscripts that are due?"

Upon hearing this, Fors's face immediately turned bitter.

"What do you know? I'm looking for inspiration!" she stubbornly retorted. "Staying in my room all the time will make my brain stop working!"

"Oh, I see. [Looking for inspiration]..." Hugh glanced at Fors, his expression subtle. "Hopefully, [Temperance] or [the world] will accept your explanation."

"Forehead..."

The two walked and talked along the street until they stopped in front of a Desi Pie shop. They had come out too early and hadn't had breakfast yet, so they planned to buy Desi Pie to eat on the way.

This shop makes incredibly delicious Desi Pie; the crust is crispy and the filling is rich and flavorful. Every morning, there's a long line of customers. They were lucky today; there weren't many customers in line, and it was their turn quickly.

Two pork patties, with chopped apple, no chili.

Fors stepped forward and expertly ordered the food.

"Two pork pies and chopped apples, 16 pence in total."

"That's what the owner behind the oven said."

Fors paused involuntarily as he reached for his wallet.

"The price has gone up again?"

She looked up to check the price list, her expression surprised. It wasn't this price when she bought it a couple of days ago!

It turns out that the reason they got to line up so quickly today wasn't because they were lucky.

"Yes, there's nothing we can do about it."

The shop owner said helplessly, "The price of all raw materials has gone up, and the prices are getting higher every day, but nobody seems to care..."

He seemed to have a lot of resentment he wanted to vent, but after seeing the policeman standing across the street, he silently swallowed it back and went down to the oven to get Fors a pie.

The policeman over there didn't hear the boss's complaints; he was busy yelling at a group of refugees, waving his baton to drive them away and not allow them to stay.

Fors saw that there were many timid children among the refugees, and a feeling of pity welled up in his heart.

She reached her fingers into her wallet.

"Clang, clang..."

She flicked a few one- soli coins with her finger, sending them flying across the street with a magic Trick barely perceptible to the naked eye, and landing deftly in the children's pockets.

"There are more and more refugees on the streets."

After buying the pies, Fors handed one to Hugh. "The South Bridge District is pretty good."

Hugh took the crispy, golden-brown pie and took a bite. The pie was so large it made her face look even smaller. "Most of the refugees were eventually driven to the East Borough, where the population surged, and various crimes began to erupt..."

"Oh, no wonder you've been so busy out lately, coming home so late every day."

Fors suddenly realized.

"It's not just the security situation in the East Borough; quite a few of Feysac's spies have also infiltrated... MI9 has assigned me a lot of tasks."

Hugh answered, scratching his messy blond hair.

She is now Sequence 7 "Interrogator," whose abilities surpass those of many members within MI9, but so far she is only an outer member.

"Well..."

Fors couldn't help but sigh.

Holding the hot, fragrant pie in her hand, and looking at the helpless refugees, her heart grew heavier.

"When do you think the war will end?"

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"The war will not end anytime soon."

Luther teased Luna in his arms and said calmly.

"Meow."

The kitten couldn't understand these complicated things; she just tilted her head back, flapped her limbs, and tried to grab Luther's right hand.

Why do you say that?

M sat to the side and asked in a gentle tone.

"Because the attitudes of Church of Evernight and the Church of Storms are ambiguous."

Luther replied coldly.

According to the intelligence from [The Star] Leonard and [Hanged Man] Alger, the two extraordinary powers of Loen had very limited ability to counter the attacks from the Church of the God of Combat and the Feysac Royal Family. The Goddess had even fallen completely silent, no longer responding to prayers.

"You think that the Goddess is unable to extricate herself from the Uniqueness Pathway of 'Death,' and that the God of Combat, in order to stop her, will only accelerate the war, right?" M asked softly.

"How would I know Evernight Goddess is up to?"

Luther shook his head, his expression Indifference. "Given that person's personality, he's probably already laid a trap, waiting for the God of Combat to jump in."

As for the ordinary people who are affected by His efforts to achieve His goals, they seem to be outside His consideration.