There were new developments in Ursus.
The Hyperion appeared over Ursus and began helping the country solve its problems.
There was no question about it. Aside from them, no individual or organization seemed capable of resolving this problem so thoroughly, so beautifully...
Bianca Durandal, captain of the Immortal Blades squad, had not demanded anything from the country.
Nor had the Hyperion remained above Ursus for even a moment longer.
No garrison, no crowning themselves emperor, not even a single office established.
They accepted the plea for help, appeared and saved them, then turned around and left.
Their purpose was crystal clear, their demands singular, and they withdrew even more promptly. By virtue of their own nobility, they had not allowed themselves to sink into the mire of war and trivialities.
"What is that person even made of?"
Swire flipped through Oscar Wilde's fairy tales. One of them was called The Happy Prince.
"His cloak was covered in gold leaf, his eyes were bright gemstones, and his heart was a ruby, so pure in color it resembled the blood from a nightingale's breast..."
"That's too much, way too much."
The description was far too saccharine. Ch'en openly admitted she could not stand it.
"Your teacher is in there too."
Swire pointed at the graceful, agile golden figure. She was an immensely imposing figure, yet she had long fox ears. The expected sense of incongruity never appeared; even those delicate long ears could not diminish her majesty.
"So she went off to do something like this..."
Swire nodded. "Still, this wasn't beyond your expectations, was it? The only thing that could make your teacher leave without a word and treat it like such a grave threat would be something like this, right?"
Ch'en nodded and continued waiting for new information.
"Have you