Lilliat Residence.
Humming a little tune, Lilliat, dressed in a casual house dress, was watering the flowerbeds.
She truly could not stand her father Vernon Doran's constant sighing indoors, so she had run outside to get a breath of fresh air.
—Since those who died in the "Podium Massacre" had all been elites and members of high society, the incident involved numerous debt defaults and the collapse of financial products, causing the storm to sweep toward banks and the financial sector first.
It was said that in Plymouth, insurance company managers and bank employees had already jumped from buildings.
Of course, some people had also gotten rich amid the chaos, picking at the scraps left behind by the predators perched atop the pyramid and completing their primitive accumulation of capital.
For the Doran Family specifically, Doran Vernon, a senior bank manager, had been working overtime one day after another. He worked even at home; even his beer belly had shriveled considerably, while his hairline showed signs of retreating again and again.
'Compared to the storm in the mystical world, this little bump in reality is nothing...'
Lilliat was lost in thought when her expression suddenly changed. Clutching her forehead, she revealed a pained look.
This was the lingering negative effect of the "Truth Balance." To outsiders, it merely looked like Miss Doran had developed migraines.
'Trying to wield Non-Human combat power without a Non-Human rank truly comes at a terrifying cost...'
'But... why are the negative effects of "Roberts's Magic Insect Box" unbelievably minor?'
Supporting herself against the railing beside her, Lilliat kept murmuring under her breath:
'Count of Green Forest did not invent "Witch Soup Pasta." The hidden governor of the Fabri Dynasty was...'
The negative effects of the "Truth Balance" required a great deal of secret history knowledge