Castorice gazed into the distance.
"The Tree Court has always welcomed seekers of knowledge. Cthulhu sends tender leaves on the breeze and extends her branches to form a path of welcome."
"But now... neither the Tree Court's envoys nor the Titans seem to be responding."
"That Titan has no manners at all," Yan Huan said, puzzled.
"Could she know we're coming and be refusing to open the path?"
"Surely the Grove of Epiphany isn't going to war with Okhema too?"
"My lord... please don't assume the worst." Castorice shook her head gently.
"The Tree Court and Okhema have always been on good terms... unlike Castrum Kremnos."
"When survival is at stake, anything can happen," Yan Huan said seriously.
"The prophecy the Chrysos Heirs are pursuing calls for the sacrifice of every Titan, Cthulhu included."
"Maybe she's had a sudden change of heart?"
Trianne looked at the silent divine tree, blinked, and said hesitantly,
"Maybe everyone's sleeping in because classes haven't started yet! They shut the door so no one would bother them."
"Why don't we look around nearby first~?"
"Okay."
Taking Trianne's suggestion, Yan Huan and Castorice walked around the divine tree.
They walked for some time without hearing a single sound from anyone but themselves.
"It really is unnaturally quiet." Castorice's heart sank. "What happened here...?"
"Lord Yan Huan, the Court of Benevolence is just ahead. Let's take a look."
"Sure."
When they reached the Court of Benevolence, Castorice frowned.
"Something's definitely wrong..."
Yan Huan looked around and pointed out,
"Even if we aren't students, we're not exactly on the outskirts anymore. There's still nobody here."
The silence around them remained frightening.
"Could they really all be asleep at this hour?" Yan Huan asked.
"That's unlikely." Castorice shook her head.
"As I remember it, the sound of debate never