Edson walked slowly through Aitandinburg.
It was not as though he had never been to Aitandinburg before. In his memories, Aitandinburg had always been prosperous and bustling. During those days of deep winter, crowds had flowed endlessly through its streets.
And now, decades had passed.
Aitandinburg had become even livelier.
But...
The familiar faces were gone.
He looked at the inn by the roadside in the Commoners' District.
In his memories, this place had been a little tavern run by one of his companions. Back then, many people had gladly come here.
That had been a man who loved to laugh. He had been young at the time, but highly capable. The only problem was that when he drank too much, he would strip naked and run around.
Then, he...
He should have died in that battle.
That guy must have been smiling even as he died.
Because he had once said that dying with a smile was far better than dying in tears.
He had been such a free-spirited man.
Edson could not compare.
His heart was now filled with hatred.
He wished he could rush into the "prison" and kill those bastards.
But he could not just go in like that.
That would alert the enemy!
He still needed to wait a little longer.
Only then would more prey emerge.
Sitting at home in the Middle Third Ring, Runkal held a book in his hands.
But his unfocused gaze was enough to show that he was merely putting on an act.
"Why is there still no movement?"
"Did something unexpected happen?"
"Impossible!"
"My plan is flawless!"
The unease in his heart made Runkal shake his head sharply. This time was different from before. He would not permit failure!
Runkal forced down that unpleasant feeling.
Yet the growing