Half a year later.
"The newly built Stellar Furnaces have all been put into operation. The one in the South Continent is already running, while ownership of the one on the border between Tis and the Empire is still disputed. Isabella has been arguing with Jules all day lately."
"So Jules disappeared?"
"Yes. He hung his crown at the palace gates, then vanished without anyone knowing where he went. Isabella is still sitting on a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent it."
Old butler Connor held a tray carrying newspapers that had been pressed flat with an iron as he updated Theus on the latest news.
The war against the gods was over.
Ever since the white-robed priest sacrificed himself to suppress the gods, there had been no further disturbances. The allied forces placed the gods into the Stellar Furnaces prepared long ago, and once they were ignited, the suppression was successfully completed.
"Everything arranged for today?"
"Of course." Connor set down the tray. "Shall we leave now?"
"Let's go!"
Theus changed into formal attire. This outfit had been designed by Una of the Banshees. Once the war ended, the Banshees' conscription also came to an end. Apart from a handful of people such as Ash, who chose to remain in the military, most went off to pursue whatever interested them.
It was rather amusing. The Banshees' talents had made them the most powerful warriors from birth, yet few of them had any interest in fighting. In contrast, the Buriers of the Silent Temple were already immortals, yet they loved the battlefield. Nora was far from the only one who had been reduced to nothing but a head.
It was said that Richard's side was developing custom power armor for them. Even a mere skull would be able to