A Little Conscience, But Not Much

As Faerûn welcomed the dawn, Adlatin Continent had just passed noon.

Anse waited half the day, but the otherworldly Dragons still had not launched an invasion.

He simply stopped lingering near the Astral Plane rift and brought the playful Nila back to Peaceglory Fortress.

Seven Flowers, the tabaxi, was gone. She had stayed at the castle for one night, then left at daybreak. No one knew where she had gone.

Anse did not ask. Seven Flowers's duty as a guide was basically complete, and she was free to come and go.

Several groups of refugees fleeing the war had appeared outside the fortress. Fearful of the Arcane Sentinels patrolling the skies, they did not dare enter and instead set up camp not far from the fortress.

Clearly, they wanted to seek shelter, because this place was safer.

Naturally, Anse would not drive them away. The Spirit Dragon Empire needed a large population.

He immediately sent Quentin a message, telling him to dispatch people to take over the castle as soon as possible. There was no need to wait until they had assembled their full force.

Now that the Spirit Network offered teleportation services, neither he nor the Simulacrum needed to pick them up personally. Federation officials could teleport over directly, with the costs covered by the Federation treasury.

Of course, that was only on the surface. In reality, it did not cost a single coin.

He was the god of the Spirit Network. There was no need to keep pretending.

"Is this the fortress you built? It's so magnificent." Nila arrived at Peaceglory Fortress and was curious about everything.

"Golden City is magnificent too." Anse led her into the castle.

"It feels different." Nila shook her bun-like hairdo as she skipped along. "In Golden City, only Grandma Regia's palace can