The sun rose as usual.
Aitandinburg came alive once more.
It was as though last night's chaos had been nothing but a nightmare, melting like snow and ice once the sunlight appeared.
Merchants began coming and going through the Middle Third Ring.
Soldiers began their routine duties.
Commoners returned to work.
Apart from the sealed-off Lower Seventh Ring Shantytown, nothing was different.
Old Walton stood at the entrance to the sealed-off area, listening to its temporary representative. Although she was very young, the old marquis showed her no disrespect.
Because he knew who she represented.
Not just "Mist."
But also the Demon Hunters of the Snake School.
The latter, in particular, had now become part of Aetandin VI's plan.
He would allow no mistakes.
"We will follow our Lord's arrangements and go to the temporary shelter."
"But before that, we need some food, water, and tents."
Eileen stated her requests.
Her words were steady, her enunciation clear.
She forced herself to remain calm before a marquis, silently reciting Mist's honorific in her heart.
Clearly, it worked.
At least, Xiwalka, who was hidden in the crowd, breathed a sigh of relief.
He could tell that the old marquis before them bore no ill will. As long as Eileen made no mistakes, they would receive the food, water, and tents they needed most right now.
Especially the tents!
After all, winters in the Northern Continent were truly terrifying.
Without food or water, you could still last a few days.
But without a tent to keep out the cold, a single night would cost you your life.
"Very well."
"The food, water, and tents will arrive at noon."
"You have my word."
"Please convey my regards to His Holiness."
The old marquis offered a kindly smile.
Eileen nodded gently.
"Thank you for everything